The Mind of Taylor

Who is He?

Stop! I wash the blood of the random victims I slaughtered, with no reason or motive. Trying to feel some type of thrill to get my mind off my recent heart break. Everything changed when I saw him. It was like everything that was wrong with world didn't matter, and all the pain i felt was forgotten. Locked in his gaze I entered the dim lighted room full of people but he seemed to shine. Wait, what are doing? Don't fall for this maroge, boys are only there to hurt you.  I watched him from the crowd. It was like his energy pulled me in and hypnotized me. I was stuck in a trance, felt like we were the only two people on earth. Jordan is what they called him. Stop! I walked out the night club to try to clear my head. With my eyes closed my mind race. Who is he? Where did he come from? Was this a sign that my endless wrath was over? No, killing makes me feel alive. Get out of my head, repeatedly hitting my head, as I open my eyes to my amaze there he was right in front of me. He smelled like a light fresh breeze on a summer day. Then he smiled, my ice cold heart melted. Run , don't look back I quickly escaped hopping I would never see this handsome devil again. Although I was sure I didn't want to see him again, he still ran through my mind. Jordan, He had smooth brown skin, his eyes told no story yet you could still see the stars in his big anime like eyes. I saw in him what life could be and somewhere deep inside someone I desperately wanted to be like. He was dangerous, even his positive, welcoming vibe could not hide his dark complexity. Luckily I'll never see him again.