A bloodied scream,
A broken soul
He is my dream,
A sick fantasy made whole
I lust for his life
He writhes in pain
I watch the blood fall from my knife
His struggles are in vain
I love him More than you could understand
I need him
I touch his hair, just a strand
I can feel his heart beating
His beauty is breathtaking
I wish the moments weren't so fleeting
His gentle body shaking
I wish I could keep him
But death always has the last bit of fun
