crimson
summary: crimson was the first color I remember.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit off this story.
A/N: First Dexter fic; don't know why I waited so long - it is, after all, my favorite show. Oh well, enjoy and may the writing gods forgive me.
"You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist." - Friedrich Nietzsche
I. crimson
crimson was the first color I remember
truly experiencing.
crimson was the color my skin was tainted with
when he rescued me
when my savior and demon cradled me in his arms
and I wept.
crimson is the one color I can identify with
crimson has crafted me into the monster I am
the monster I was...
II. grotesque
I was a monster among men
and in life, monsters, devils
aren't the grotesque entities that manifest in
our nightmares
they are the beautiful lies
the beautiful dreams
that our hearts bleed for.
III. rapture
each time the knife struck a vein
silencing a beating heart
my soul would slip into a rapture
a rapture in which I only felt through
the kill.
IV. kiss
when I kissed her lips
I knew I was done for.
she was an angel
and I was a devil.
her kiss were the only thing
that made me feel alive
outside of my hell.
V. repeat
and when the cycle repeated
I knew
yes, I knew
that monsters like me
don't deserve such beautiful things.
crimson was all I saw
and in that moment
I resented it
because crimson took my angel away.
VI. martyr
another angel, whom I've known a long time,
was the only light in the impending darkness.
and when the gun rang
and crimson kissed her lips
I knew how much she would bleed for me
and I was a bastard.
VII. ironic
crimson was the first color I remember
and it was the last
for all devils meet their ends
in the way they were created.
ironic, isn't it?