Transformation Poem by Sam Campbell

Its spreading
Through my viens
To my heart
Slowly killing
Fast changing
My heart
Is stopping
The blood
Is cooling
I have a
New hunger,
No mother,
Strange teacher.
I have
Starvation,
Transformation.
This is a
New world,
Newer girl.
I drain a dove.
Different kind of love.
I posess
Better sight
Harsh light
Stronger ears
No tears
Different taste
Quiker haste
Odd smell
This is hell
New feeling
Faster healing
What am I?
Can it die?