Blackness

What is this blackness that sticks like tar to raw flesh That chokes and gags to no end That robs of sense, breathing and seeing Tasteless sins of who's act It invades like a plague without goal Without permission Caked in malignant clumps beneath the skins Just out of awareness And to touch, it is smooth and iridescent Only reflecting its true presence within And without What could sooth such vile and sinister living death For if no one can see it Or believe it Witness it With personal recollection and identify Then, no one can sooth it Even alone