Who Am I?

I cannot see the light,

And I want to do it more and more...

The devil came and took my name,

Giving its own to me, again...

I wonder Who Am I?

Trapped being Traumatized Temptress,

Oh My God its beginning again... 

Held in his arms going insanely beautiful;

As if I'm about to run into it...

Call from hell, craving deep red love on my face;

I want to be free, help me but don't I want to stay in this a lot more...

Oh my God my hands are tied uncured,

My movements are unusual, its not normal;

I'll bend my body and get closer to the bed,

And there's something else in me...

I don't hate this madness since I'm enjoying it;

Hundreds of faces are running out in me and I'll last forever...

I wonder Who Am I?