The Devil In the Flesh
What have I become; no more can I recognize myself.
In the dark my shadow burrows beneath my skin in stealth.
When I look in the mirror there's a phantom of evil.
I have sucked in eyes, blood dripping fangs and ruby halo.
The skin I wear feels no pain, pressure, warmth nor perspires.
This skin is cold, pale, old and its my counseling attire.
I'm with apparition like hands and have ghostly fingers.
The touch I bring excoriates and always lingers.
I'm with frozen like breath that coats the glass mirror in white.
I am more than a demon, I'm the Devil inside.
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