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