Something I wrote about my favorite book/show called Dexter.
He saw me sitting alone,
With sturdy hands, he slid open the compartment door
In he entered; greeting me with a sly grin
I tipped my fedora in return, knowing it would be a sin.
We began to move, the train hissing with enmity
Dark Passenger stared; the effects of his looks had no remedy
I began to shiver and without discretion, reached for a blanket
The hand which was on mine, felt heavier than a casket.
‘You need it’, He whispered
‘Enough for tonight’ I whimpered
‘Just one more’, Dark Passenger said longingly, his tone radiating with desire
I looked into his empty sockets and knew he was no liar
‘You’re a neat monster, you will not get caught’
Dark Passenger was truthful, it was what I sought
I reached into my pocket and pulled it out
It was my only sanctuary, without a doubt.
A tiny red circle was splattered in the middle,
It was just the right amount, nothing too big or little
‘Blood, I like blood’, Dark Passenger said
Then he began to laugh, a cackle of the undead.
And I smiled up at him with content, knowing I should start
with the sinful resident residing in my heart.