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