My Poetry. Intimate Torture.

Can I ever truly escape my wildest torture?
When barbed wire seems to stop me from running free,
There appears no path, no way out of this desperate place;
This evil, cunning devil is closing in on me.

He sneaks up fast behind, engulfing me with his fires,
Trying to snuff out all my burning passions and desires;
My strong determination now begins to tire.

"He will win," I tell myself, "I know he will triumph,"
For this foe is relentless and never loses a soul.
His wicked wit and dark charm surround me completely now—
My complete and total surrender is his one and only goal.

But can he claim victory, can he win forever?
Only I hold the answer to that frightening question.
If somehow, I can find the strength to destroy this evil,
I must become silent, swift, and sneaky like a cat.

When he tries to win my very soul over,
I will plot my own fierce way to regain control.
As long as I refuse to fully give in to his lure,
I pray with every fiber he will not try to stay.