Anger has turned my heart
into a rusty piece of metal.

Mercy was defeated
and love has died,
without being a hero.

Anger has ruined,
everything that was built,
on the land of my being
and my anger has become immortal,
draining life from every trace of thought
I got left inside.

Mercy was so weak
or maybe unsupported,
but the loss of feelings,
was the greatest victory
that anger had on me.

There's no time
and no power,
to cast away this monster,
that imprisoned me,
into a pot of venom.

Oh, you anger, stab my dying nature
and set me free of you,
stop living inside this rotten corpse
and turn yourself into a spot of dust.