Who will help me?

Precisively winding down, and allowing a cause for fears and rumors or contentions.

Pragmatically, I am announcing the end of this here present mortal state.

Correction. I have ended this mortal state.

I see the blood drip freely from my neck and chest and shoulders.

Deep.

I've been cut deep.

Take over I feel as though I have let myself down.

damaged

ended.

I slash and I jerk with the blade across her chest.

Forcefully, I provide new airways to her stomach.

I nibble the skin of the dying love of mine.

Stealing one last kiss, from the lips of the epitome of me.

I allow her entrance to the immortal passage as I asphyxiate her brain.

But who will help me?