Dark Passenger

I model my public life after the ideal. Of the perfect husband and father to which others can appeal. All while hiding the predator within hunting his next meal.

Because there’s a defect in my mind that no medicine will heal. A darker side of me that I must always conceal. Because those around me won’t accept it as real.

That there’s a monster that drives me with both hands on the wheel. It’s a burden I carry and one I can’t reveal. But it’s a burden I can channel if with it I must deal.

So I stalk the guilty because of the innocent lives they steal. As my shadow self strikes and it’s over before they squeal. They wake upon a table in a setting that’s surreal.

For the reasons they’ve been chosen are soon revealed. As per ritual their psyche’s I must peel. And as my signature trickles down their faces so rise’s the fear they feel.

And with one slice through their aorta their fates are quickly sealed. For my DARK PASSENGER is satisfied until the next time he needs a meal.