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 decimalsSpiralling 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.This is my somber sendoff. I am done.The world will End. I've turned my back.