Torn

He came to me with his arms wide open,
A grin on his face, I knew he was hoping,
To weasel his way into my foolish heart,
To finish a game that I couldn't start
Though I knew he was toxic,
His ways were too dark,
He hid his venom deep,
Before he left his mark.
It stung like acid when his fangs struck me,
They sliced through my mind,
As though it were a maddening bee
I'd made a mistake, now I was caught in his web,
He'd tarnished my soul,
Now was aiming for my head,
I barely made it out before the dark claws could rake me apart,
But what good was that, when he'd just torn my heart?