Then you will cry,
you will feel my darkness
as i lay my cold hands on your filthy body
and you'll wonder if i planned for your demise
but the look in my eyes will answer it all
you will feel pain but won't be able to talk
or shout it to anybody as your soul fades
you won't be able to author or mutter words
as your lung collapse, as you save everybit of air,
you will pray for a miracle to happen at that moment
but God will turn a deaf ear and the demons will laugh
and as you fade into the abyss of torment
my face will be the only beautiful sight and
my face will be the only thing you see
and you will cry, you will struggle with all your energy left
but nothing will change, nobody will be your messiah
and as your story comes to an end
you will remember me for who i really am
your beginning and your end
the one who made you insignificant.