He was created for my downfall
He abducted me, held me hostage and tormented me to my demise
With his mouth and hands; his soul and his eyes
My face never turned away; I needed to see his burning cold
My eyes wide open to cherish this fear
I embraced his abuse with dire need of more
Never a sound would he let me make; not a cry nor moan
I was well spoken with his body claiming mine
He left his scars and how beautiful they are
I\'m left chained to the dark side of his heart
Never to escape
He was created for my downfall