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.