Dark poems and depressing moments

Him

He was asking out to me,
Begging me to be.
But It just didn't seem,
Like the average dream.
I never before dreamt him,
I guess I must've sinned.
For what person dreams of letting,
the devil in.
First he spoke kindly,
I told him in iqoute.
"I do not wish to be nor do I forbode,
That this unlikely friendship will be more than those."
He didn't listen to my words,
I didn't seem to be heard.
I tried to be clearer with my speech,
that didn't make him stop asking and begging for my blood like a leech.
He wanted me to take his hand,
And do as he demands.
Yet my heart belonged to someone else,
Other than a man.
He insisted I'd wed him or the world is doomed,
I told him I'd rather die locked up in my room.
He grew frustrated with my disapproval,
But my heart could never give HIM approval.
He followed me everywhere I told him let me be,
But he spoke "Now what fun is that if you didn't agree."
I ran and I ran but he was always there,
Now that's what I call a game that's unfair.
I showed him all my love for the person I wanted to see his approval,
But never expect to much from the devil.
He removed them from the picture so he could have the spotlight,
But that wasn't all that happened that night.
He kept bending my dream and stitching it's seams,
All my nightmares he knew what they'd be.
As I ran forever to wake up from his doom,
I heard his last words, "I'll see you again soon."
I grasped my blankets and shook with fear,
As I ran a cold sweat and shed a few tears.
I know he'll be back its not over soon,
I've always heard his whispers at night when I sleep in my room.
I leave the light on and I can't seem to sleep,
As I hold tightly on my soft stuffed sheep.
My love I wish that she could save me from his hell,
But I know better it doesn't work that well.
As his voice my shoulder growls as he breaths,
And as I hear his slimy grin that burdens me.
He makes everything seem brighter as I see,
He makes the worst causes and natural disease.
Yet they all seem like a better choice than him,
Now I think twice whenever I may sin.
May I tell you now I am not a follower of the lord,
But I believe that he exist and that we're all done for.