| 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. |