Dexter: Dark Passenger

Something I wrote about my favorite book/show called Dexter. 

Dark Passenger,

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.