He's Not the Devil

These pitfall traps,
I'll pretend they're not him.
My careless feet stumble,
And he's there to ensnare them.
Him.

Perfect porcelain skin,
One sly and devilish grin.
I know, when I'm falling,
I'm not falling for him.

Pray tell, did I mention,
The wonderful eyes?
They catch you and then,
You're dead.

In the grip of him.