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