The Eternal Cold

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