"I'm not sure what I am....I just know that there is something dark in me, and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there. Always this dark passenger, and when he his driving, I feel alive- Half sick with thrill....... complete wrongness. I don't fight him. I don't want to. He's all I've got, Nothing else could love me. Not even, especially not me, or is that just a lie that the dark passenger tells me? Because lately, there are these moments where I feel connected to something else, someone. It's like the mask is slipping and things, people that never mattered before......are starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me." ~Dexter Season 2~
" I'm seriously disturbed playing with sharp tools that don't belong to me. I have such great idea's. Maybe this will give me some kind of release. How can I be so sure that killing is going to refurbish this smile that disappeared so long ago. What gives me the right to walk the streets choosing my pray? I almost killed a friend last night, and now I am thinking about an innocent person. I am really not thinking clearly. I haven't slept much. I have so many questions and no answers. How can I help this sickness? I'm left wanting more. I can't breathe. I need more air."
From Part two of my Stort Story: Killer Craving
Everyone is searching for something more. Everyone is falling for life’s simple things. We all have our dreams but we are losing sleep. Everyone cries to be loved. Everyone hides on the inside. This love goes beyond our heart, It screams past our soul. It’s the greatest of them all, And it holds all the power. Everyone falls to pieces, When the world is crumbling around them. Everyone wishes for that feeling, That breathes in them new life. Everyone loses themselves, Searching for love in someone else. Everyone fights for what they want, But they are truly missing out. This love breaks through these chains, It cleans us until we are pure. This love never disappears, This love never fails.
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