Suicide Manifesto

Staring at the cold bleak light
Stinging blood bleeding from my lips
At the circle of fallen, fallen
No choice, the relative come near
Finding suddenly wide eyes
Reflections of pain and misery
Had humanity ever attended me
Would I still praise the oppressors
Secrets of the moon, nailed me to this place
Filled with nausea and whirling memories
With age would I feel knowledge
Understand bliss
But the human envy
Would lead me to decay
I hear the humming of the trees
The calling of the withering leaves
The soothing voice of the river runs
Cold steel swollen veins of hate
Secrets of the moon, nailed me to this place
Filled with nausea and whirling memories
Cold steel swollen veins of hate