Vampire Slasher

In the dead of night, a young boy takes flight,
Dressed like a vampire, a sinister sight,
When the world's asleep, and darkness reigns,
He haunts the streets, igniting his pains.

His parents unaware, as they dream in their beds,
Their child transformed, with darkness that spreads,
A thirst for chaos, a lust for the kill,
In the cover of night, he seeks his thrill.

At clubs and parties, where laughter does chime,
He slashes and carves, in the name of his crime,
A twisted desire, a heart black as coal,
Leaving behind a trail of a horror untold.

But deep in his soul, a battle does brew,
Between light and darkness, between false and true,
He's a vampire slasher, a creature of strife,
Trapped in the chaos of his double-edged life.

And just like Peter Tosh, the rebel of old,
There's a story untold, a truth to be bold,
A struggle within, a fight to break free,
From the darkness that binds, and the path he can't see.

For the vampire slasher, in shadows, he roams,
A young boy lost in his twisted psychone,
But redemption's embrace, a flicker of hope,
May guide him back to the light on his scope.