Can’t seem to place you, I feel lost in the miasma.
Can’t palpate you, I hope nothing will ever change.
I am silent inside you, growing for ten years or more.
Inane life, making every second count now that I control the clock.
Your flesh is my flesh, your blood is my blood, your life is my life.
I am the one that will erupt: engulfing your body, ripping up your social fabric, destroying all forms of personal privacy. I will silence your voice and I will haunt your thoughts.
I will desecrate your organs, tear apart your muscles, bathe in your blood.
Yes, yes, I am here now. You and I are one and the same, yet you alone will whisper my name in the dark hours of the night with fear.
Speak it with reverence. Hear the hiss of my tongue, hear the rattle of your death.