29 Jan 2019

IT

I can feel it
Clawing
At my veins
Making my blood run cold
I can hear it
Whispering
Black nothings
Seductively into my ear
I can taste it Kissing
Bittersweet lies
Lovingly onto my lips
I can smell it
Wafting
Fetid perfume
Clinging to my clothes
I can see it
Staring
Back from my reflection
Wearing me like a costume
I'm already forgetting who I am
I don't know where it begins and I end

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