"I can give you anything you want..."

Says the smooth voice echoing in my mind. I feel it pulsing within me. Becoming me. A black fog slowly eating away at all reason. It started as a itch now a rash. It's in my dreams, behind my every step, taking away every thought. What's happening to me? Can't I just be me? I can't escape. I'm trapped. I am one thread away from being someone else. Help! Help me! I don't want it to end like this! Its pouring into me. Replacing my memories with its. That same black fog is devouring me. First my legs. Then my arms. Next my shoulders. Inching up my neck. Its enjoying this. Then it's over. I'm not me anymore.

"...in exchange for everything you are,"

Only if I'd listened.