Casa de Charlotte Della Luna

I’m not sure what I am
I just know there’s something dark in me
I hide it, I certainly don’t’ talk about it .but its there… always.
This dark passenger and when he’s driving I feel… alive.
And half sick with the thrill, the 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 the dark passenger tells me?
Because lately there are these moments when I feel…
Connected to something else, someone.
And it’s like the mask is slipping
And things, people, who never mattered before are
Suddenly starting to matter –
And it scares the hell out of me.
~~~Dexter, Season 2, Episode 3