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.