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.