Shaded by the facade of chivalry
You walk into a room with confidence and vanity
Cloaking the eyes of every female present

A wolf in prince's robes
Playing chess with every heart that you see
For pure enjoyment and satisfaction

How could a touch be so cruel?
How could holding my hand in yours mean nothing?
Touch is your weapon, your mask

Skin on skin
The stroke of my arm, you blind me
To all the deception you are feeding me

Absent of emotion
Using my own heart against me
Exposing every weakness in my soul

Your treacherous touch has broken
The glass surrounding my free will
Burning like a flame

Scaring every future embrace
Soiling my image of intimacy
Unforgiving scar, lasting for eternity