Tuesday, November 06, 2012
My dark passenger
I just know there's something dark in me and I hide it.
I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always,
this Dark Passenger.
And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick
with the thrill of complete wrongness.
I don't fight him, I don't want to. He's all I've got.
My dark passenger is like a trapped coal miner, always tapping; always letting me know it's in there, still alive.