Anger - Devilyn

Alive — I was a pestilence

Dying — I will be your death

You feel like walls are breathing

And I touch you with my dead palm

Scenting a panic in your head

And no-disturbing stolid pain

Isn’t taking one’s own life like a game

Ruling existence?

Being a sickness of reigning chaos

Soaking utterly a life in —

Aren’t you the one, who wants

To resist me?

Torment of faintness terrifies

But the last word belongs to me

Writhe as a snake !

Fear will be reduced to ashes

Being alone you will feel

A depth of abyss, darkness and anger

In the dead eyes the fear has stayed

Dead eyes see the future

Share the mastery of nonenity

To me, dead man

Take your torturer away

To the abyss of eternal darkness

Alive — I was a pestilence

Dying — I have sentenced all…