Some people are meant to stay in this planet, some are called by higher beings to explore the unknown; none but us knew how bad things really where. The mere fact you chose the dark, easy way out should be enough evidence that everyone failed, specially your so called "psychiatrists" with degrees in professional lying and wallpaper gazing, even me.
Sorry, from the bottom of my heart.
I still find life precious, so don't expect me to follow your lead, nor do you dare think that I would, for a second, waste myself for the likes of you. I do not want this, but I believe that it will be for the best if I just move on now instead of mourning you for another year.
Don't really know what else to say.
Other than I still can't believe you are gone.

Can't Believe You Are Gone

"...Now be quiet, I've got something for you here"

Cyprianus

Anhelo Narcoleptico

Romantic Love

I Still Can't Believe What You've Done

Aiwass Framed/The Mad Artist

...Why Is Everyone Staring At Me?

Small Town, Big Talk

A Beauty To Behold/The Police Has Arrived

...Where Was I Last Night?

The World In My Eyes

Track built in old samples and lots of alcohol. Oh, and also rage inducing Audacity crashes.

Emergency Contact

A weird Audacity mess, made with the combined sounds of Databending, a random recording of a hospital and several sound bites from the Self-Destructive Behaviour era.

Sounds Born From Social Anxiety

Sacrificial Agnus

Used to be a part of Angels Can Bleed, now it's finished and a part of SBFSA.

Anxiety Descending

Heavily manipulated track of what once was one of the first instrumentals i've ever made.

Misunderstood

They Know, I Know

Badly made drum loop? Awful Sound quality? You got it!

Preparation//Execution

we begin to travel, deep into the black tar. first the fish, then the book, the mirror, the sword, the eternal fire. Carefully glance at the lightning, in case you are not welcome, then run towards the end lest our time dies out.

Calmly And Slowly, Behind Closed Doors

Seven Day Collage

Made for nihilistic burials and demon seduction.

Piece only made possible thanks to water. Drink it.

Nap On Heated Rails

Formerly existing as Self-Destructive Behaviour and Amisitagnus. A big thanks to miss M, I still miss you (heh); a big FUCK YOU to mister C, which stands for CUNT.

A Statement:
"LO!
A collection of bad poetry, grief and boredom!
In this noHr's name,
whose conscience was thrown away,
and now sits atop the throne that fades!
Wherein writting becomes
half-baked tomes
that sound the trumpets of failure!
And bones tame what comes from gore!
And whatever rhymes with -dom!
OL?"

Don't follow me.

noHr

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