It's dark. I can't see anything. I can't feel anything. Is this what being trapped in your own mind feels like? It must be. I watch myself move, but I'm not the one moving. Someone else is. I can see the whole thing, but I can do nothing to stop it. I scream "NO, STOP!". He's tearing my heart out and drowning my life. Maybe that's why I'm afraid of water. He hands my heart to me and locks the cage door. I'm pounding, now, but nothing is happening. I hope I forget this, or that it's a nightmare. I can't know for sure, but I have to hope.

The sun can’t reach you, but I can. Scared to touch you, but even more afraid to let you go; I tried that once. It didn’t end well for me. I let you go and you became me….maybe I became you. Who knows? You do, maybe L knows. I grabbed you, so you couldn’t take control again. You scare me, all of you scare me….maybe I just scare myself. My Dark Passenger….or Dark Passengers. Who knows how many of you there are. How many are fake? How many are real? Maybe you’re all real, and I’m the Dark Passenger.