Suicide Manifesto کے بول

Staring at the cold bleak light Steaming breath leaving from my lips At the circle of malevolence No joy to benefit from here Time is sharpening my knife Reflections of pain and misery Had humanity meant a thing to me Would I still embrace depression? Secrets of the moon Nail me to this place Filled with nausea And whirling memories With age would I wield knowledge and mysteries But the human in me Will lead me to decay I hear the humming of the trees The calling of the withering leaves The shivering voice of remembrance Cold steel for an age of hate...