Devil's Touch ...

I have been touched by the hand of the Devil
He tries to take my innocense
He comes to me when I am weak and vulnerable
He speaks to me in riddles
He tries to make me believe in him
I do, for he is right in front of me
He tries to control me
He can because I am afraid
He robs me of my childhood
He thinks that he owns me
In time, I look him in the face
Although I am scared, I stand tall
I cannot be blamed for his actions
I am a good man
The things he has done have scarred me
Yet he may touch me no longer.