The Eternal Cold (Make Them Suffer)

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.