Dark Passenger

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, it's there, always, this dark passenger.
And when he's driving, I feel...alive.
Half-sick with the thrill, the complete wrongness.
I don't fight him.
I don't want to.
He's all I've got.
Nothin' 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.
It's like the mask is slipping, and things...people...who've never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter.
Scares the hell out of me.