The Fallen.

It seems I chose the path of a cynic on my own. My misanthropic sentiments and icosahedron nature causes much grief and destruction. It's a sickening feeling inside which surges out at times. I don't wan't to cause harm yet I do. I don't want to mix with anyone to cause further suffering yet I feel entangled. My malignancy causes much suffering. A pain for others to bear. Yet this thorn lives on to bring untold misery in the times that will come by. But everything dies. And so will this carginogenic existence. If I am of such grave disposition, let it come sooner. Let it engulf me and accept my embrace.