Wring out this form
Such that I am unborn
Smothering of sleep everlasting
A ravaged mind
This soul's domain
Embittered and faint in drive
Bathing in hideous ruby
Proclaimed disgrace
Destined to invert
To hollow the skull to purity
A wound must be crafted to mirror lacerations within
Countless acts of failure force my hand in final sin
Naught could spare from damnation
Bondages hurled in disdain
Charon, impart your erudition
As I set out to desiccate every last vein
Court of the reaper
Her gavel - my blade
Sever the crimson from my frame
With conviction that cannot be swayed
Wretched starvation
Lost and unworthy of tender release
This lying in uncertainty
All feeling within me to rapidly decrease
I now surrender myself through this bleak, numb crimson severance
Cacophony yielding
Depart with breath that suspends
Mourning of umbra's shielding
Lamenting the life that soon ends
Assured by my phaneron
So crippled and drained
That from core to exterior
I'm all but deceased
Carving to the jugular
Exacting this climactic vision
To relinquish the woes
Of self-hate and derision
Let loose this accursed dark slime
A sickening red wine which keeps me alive
Imbued true pain on those who survive
Bring about the end with this ultimatum
To wring out this form
Such that I am unborn
And reject vitality's forward momentum