At the Door to the Tenth Sub Level of Suicide - Leviathan

I bid the body farewell

Slumped down and cold history

A voice to drown out

Taken in mine own hand

Climb into the nil realm

Beyond mortal pain

The body all alone

Beyond mortal pain

Poison coursing through the veins

And all is end

Dripping pain as fire

Puncture this vessel with metal

Drift out and onward

Tenth rung of a ghost climb

From the murky depths

A final consciousness

Slumped down there

Cold and history

Poison courses through

Veins on fire

A throat crushed closed

Puncture this vessel with metal

Cold

Poison courses through

Veins on fire

A throat crushed closed

Puncture this vessel with metal

Flesh gash release.