Melancholia approaches as all forces of life fade...

As the filth of soul plagues our last withering candle, humanity shall extinguish itself as we, its scattering ants, all turn to dust!

The threnody of our reckoning, longing for the noose around our neck, wailing as we fall... 

Such is the music of MelancholiaC, looming its dead wings over the ripples of mind, casting its shadow upon each pulse.

Inject the poison of self-hatred, and succumb to the depravity of despair...

All hail the misanthrope! \m/