Mish Mash of Poems

The Boy

There once was a boy,
who wanted the world,
he dreamt of a girl,
who could save him,
from himself.

He had nightmares,
of blood,
darkness and demons,
he knew he was bad,
knew that he could,
kill.

He loved the feeling,
when they died in his,
hands,
It gave him a thrill,
when the light,
left their eyes.

He loved the taste,
of blood and death,
and everything in between.

He found the girl,
he dreamt of,
she has saved him,
from himself,
she doesn't mind his,
lust for blood,
she joins him,
when she can.