I go by the corridors
Of the dead.
Bones, broken parts are all that's left
Of them.
They speak, those parts
In a way no one can
They know my secret
Nowhere to run.
This is the real me
These bones know
The living beings around
Just see me flow
With the tide.
They think I'm one of them
But the bones know the truth
The real Dexter
Society cannot tame.
Will they hate me, the humans?
When they see me killing?
But ain't I cleaning the trash?
A service for the community?
But I don't kill to protect.
I am no hero
Blood thrills me
I kill to live
The dead bones, the body parts look at me
I know what they say
'We know your secret'
I say, 'Shhh'...
But they might love me, those humans
When they see I kill only bad guys
I might be able to walk in sunlight
And be cheered upon by them...
I see a vision
Where there is light, no more darkness
People complimenting me
For killing those "bastards"
And I think: "This is what it must feel like to walk in full sunlight, my darkness revealed, my shadow self embraced. Yeah, they see me. I'm one of them In their darkest dreams."
P.S: My second tribute to Dexter.
