In the darkness he sings a song of my liking,
Drawing me from the sunlight to him.

                   He smiles a victory, working his eyes in mine and his hands through my hair.

Pulling at my hips, nudging, wanting.

It is his yernful force that I can feel pulling, nudging, wanting.

NO stay strong, think of God.

He turns my face from the sky to him.

Soothing me he knows all the right areas, its scaring me because I know what he does.

       The evils he has practiced.

He is nasty, equvilent to sin its self because he does Not care, not about me, the small children, his sister, or those other girls, he ruins them all.

He'll drag me to hell with him if its the last thing he does.

He's hooked on me and I can't get him out.

He'll never let me go, never let me be the only survivor.

It is a Must he get me too.

He always finds me alone and tempts me.

Pursuades.

I'm tired of it, I don't wanna go down like this.

He is lust.