The invader

Beneath the masquerade of a clean spirit lies a desperate corpse
Ailing for attention, he beckons blindly for help

He spews venom as his cries go unheard
The poison invades his blood, slowly lingering towards a fragile end
His system will fail, his corpse will burn with the sun

Beneath the ashes of the carrion left behind by the chosen ones
A delusional mind balanced upon the brittle ropes of sanity
Intoxicated by the scent of blood
Breathing the fowl stench of decay

Cry for the defining moment in the end
...as you die again and again
Scream for the final moments, my friend
...as you die again and again and again

The poison invades his blood, slowly lingering towards a fragile end
His system will fail, his corpse will burn with the sun

Beneath the masquerade of a soiled spirit lay a slab of flesh and bone
Rotted, cold, defeated, broken
A mind once strong, now dead
Left as an exemplary feast for the dirt