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I begin to gnaw, chewing away and spitting up the very fabrication of myself* |
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The Eternal Cold. Dark shall prosper as I plunge; descending deeper toward the |
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shadows. |
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Let me sleep, this endless drone must end. |
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I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself. |
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for I am but a nothingness drifting, |
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seeking dead ends and false hope. |
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There is only death, I do not even exist. |
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A shadow, a memory. |
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Cast away all binds to self. |
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I ll never know why all things beautiful must reach an end. |
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The appetite grows for a greater knowing, the more I find the more I die |
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inside. |
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I shed a tear, I weep. All things beautiful must reach an end. |
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Myself containing a dormant implosion of infinite decimals, |
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spiralling out of control. The ostracization begins. |
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Within myself self-loathing, |
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and I ve tried to hold passion inside the palm of my hand and tackle the world |
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head on. |
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A knife held to my throat, a nice dose of discretion. |
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The world will feel my pain as I gnaw away at my boiled flesh |
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Detach myself from reality. |
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My misanthropic ways fall to waste. |
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My enigmatic veil begins to subdue. I cannot continue. |
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Let me sleep, this endless drone must end. |
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I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself. |
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for I am but a nothingness drifting, |
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seeking dead ends and false hope. |
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This is my somber send off. I am done. |
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The world will end. I ve turned my back. |
