Feb 16, 2010 03:53
i wish i could be honest with you, but i don't know how to.
the dark passenger is not fiction. all i can do is wrestle him down, a day at a time. but his eyes move my head, and my fingers crawl towards that which he desires.
he has already taken. and if you saw him inside me, you would never forgive me for what has been done.
my dark passenger carries your blood. i've come to terms with this fact, but i will not allow it to live my life.
i've hurt you so bad but i can only hope he will never let you know.