The Eternal Cold

I begin to gnaw, chewing away and spitting up the very fabrication of myself.

The eternal cold. dark shall prosper as i plunge; descending deeper toward the

Shadows.

Let me sleep, this endless drone must end.

I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself.

For i am but a nothingness drifting,

Seeking dead ends and false hope.

There is only death, i do not even exist.

A shadow, a memory.

Cast away all binds to self.

I ll never know why all things beautiful must reach an end.

The appetite grows for a greater knowing, the more i find the more i die

Inside.

I shed a tear, i weep. all things beautiful must reach an end.

Myself containing a dormant implosion of infinite decimals,

Spiralling out of control. the ostracization begins.

Within myself self-loathing,

And i ve tried to hold passion inside the palm of my hand and tackle the world

Head on.

A knife held to my throat, a nice dose of discretion.

The world will feel my pain as i gnaw away at my boiled flesh

Detach myself from reality.

My misanthropic ways fall to waste.

My enigmatic veil begins to subdue. i cannot continue.

Let me sleep, this endless drone must end.

I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself.

For i am but a nothingness drifting,

Seeking dead ends and false hope.

This is my somber send off. i am done.

The world will end. i ve turned my back.