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.