The darkness closes in. Bam! I'm gone.
A monster made of sin marches in.
The demon rises, laughing, but there I am,
I'm trapped, lying on the ground, crying to be found.
No one hears my cries, the devil's in disguise.
He tells me "it's okay", "there's another way",
I tell to him "I don't think so" I won't be that girl.
Little do I know that in my hand is placed
A knife and now I'm faced with a decision.
Do I listen to the demon as the sadness deepens?
Should I turn to harm to disarm my fears,
My nightmares that never go away?
They inject so much pain and hurt they leave me
Writhing in the dirt.
The shame that I might feel haunts me as I kneel
Defeated.
I look down and see the horror, my armor shattered.
I put down the knife the blood has colored.
Tears stream down my face but I am silent.
The pain is gone but it feels so wrong.
"There's no going back now is there?"
The demon just smiled and stared; he struck fear.
The last thing he said was
"You're mine now, my dear."