I begin to gnaw. Chewing away, 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 sendoff. I am done.
The world will End. I've turned my back.
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 sendoff. I am done.
The world will End. I've turned my back.