I’m Great Black, and 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 riding, I feel… alive.
Half sick with the thrill, complete wrongness.
I don’t fight him, I don’t want to. He is all
I’ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even,
especially not me. Or is that just the lie the
dark passenger tells me?
We all have a dark side and I embrace it.
