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