The Host Will Soon Decay

A parasitic plea: consume and discard.
Resembling a leech, devour and depart.
Conscious victim clinging to your pain.
Salvation couldn't shield you from the innocence you claim.
Imposter, live your lucid dream.
Imposter, take everything from me.
Pillaging the flesh from outstretched arms of kin.
Starvation unsuppressed, a famine forged within.
The host will soon decay as beating hearts dissolve.
Departing veins disintegrate a pulse absolved.
Drain the life of those you love.
Shadows couldn't show an outline of the fiend, pulling at the strings around your throat.
Tight enough to make you choke.
Abandoned by all but your reflection.
The host will soon decay.