And before me stood a boy around my age

He was covered in blood and gore

Holding a hatchet in his gloved hand

He silently stared at me with his cold pale colored eyes

I knew I was going to die

And yet I did not cry

Nor did I fear for my life

He was the man of my dreams

Yet my nightmares come to life

My nightmare man

He wore a grey colored jacket

Pale blues jeans and blood stained shoes

My nightmare man

His eyes filled with bloodlust

Like a gasoline tank ready to light the fuse

He held his hatchet way up high

And swung it swift from left to right

My nightmare man

He took my life

My nightmare man

The name fits right