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Words From: Dexter Season 2/ Killer Craving

"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

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