Haunted

He often creeps in,

Down to the depths of my nonchalance.

He climbs up my spine,

With every little chance.

His sable hypnotism,

Rolls off his fingers,

Into my own gusto.

He injects his malevolence,

Through my veins.

My conscience:

His morbid melancholy is contagious,

Yet he claims to be my friend.

BleedingVeins