Dark Passenger

There's I,
the hard ridden
exterior shell
blending.....
In seat
next to me
darkness bleeds
building,
ideas like seeds
shouldered weight
exceeds
a knife for a life
feelings relieved.
The passenger
loves to ride it seems,
sitting bitch
for death screams
fulfilling ritual
is all it means.
Killer, and say its made up
everything ciphering through my head
a desire drives us behind the wheel
to make this trip over and over again.