You're affliction is bemoaning to drain myself of life.

Wretchedness posses repulsion to defect my crawl. [bad word] resurrects from your sleep as my gore peels away the neck.
Denouncing the title of suicide for my name.
Bereavement, I'll kill myself.

Carving my name into you're chest
As I past through you onto
My everlasting walk into nothing.
Squinting eyes bleed for nothing.

Fallowing the weak.
Praying for this one.
Perforated light;
Only room for darkness.
Drained from the neck.