Outside it was them, inside corrupt
  When I looked upon them
it was a suit,
A tool,  
It was just for show,
Trickery was its weapon
It was but a vessel
To harbour that which spread with a touch
It was
Corrupted,
Rotting,
Decaying,
It needed to be free,
Before the shell decomposed
And became but putrid flesh and bone,
The one that was there,
Personality,
Spirit,
Life,
Was gone, the shell was a trick
A walking death, but no one was home,
It will taint those who loved
It will consume you,
Never let it touch or hold,
For it will taint your soul
And after its finished
You will no longer be you,
But a shell of corruption, evils new home.