Realm Of Disease

Death comes so slowly in this torment
As I fall prey to your disease
My flesh slowly rots and falls away
In pestilential decay

Realm of disease cast you sickness over me
Love of decay is plaguing me

Madness comes quickly in this torment
As I fall prey to your disease
My mind succumbs to its dementia
Consuming what was left of me

Enslaved by my desires
Burning hate inside of me
Revealed by my confession
The depths of depravity
Shadows and wraiths fill my mind
Their commands are my will
Are they specters of my creation?
Or am I enslaved in their skill?

As I lay groaning here my thoughts again return
To those times before this plague
Was I an innocent who has become infected?
Or am I a scion of infirmity?