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.