My Poetry. Intimate Torture.

Can I escape my wildest torture?
when barbed wire stops me running
there seems no way out of this place
this devil is really cunning.
He sneaks up fast behind me
engulfing me with his fires
snuffing out the passions
my burning determination tires.
He will win I know he will
he never loses a soul
his wit and charm surround me now
his one and only goal.
But can he win forever?
only I know the answer to that
if somehow, I destroy this evil
be sneaky like a cat.
When he tries to win me over
I will plot to control my way
as long as I do not give in.
I hope he will not try to stay.