Projectile کے بول

I want to kill the prologue I want to kill the first glance I want to kill the bright gleam I want to kill disasters of conception I want to kill one Mother I want to kill one Father I want to kill childhood I want to kill families of memory I want to kill 'forever' I want to kill my shadow I want to kill my next life I want to kill the smiles of tomorrow Will I gain strength… Will I see clear… Will I rise beyond life… Will I save myself… Will I stray from 'just an accident' to 'a mistake'… Will I trade blood for the forgotten meaning of my name… Will I torture heavens that claim to lead the way… Will I believe that the past has cradled lies And all the futures offer truths and calm refuge Too manufactured to believe… When this projectile begins flight?