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.