forest red, forest black

forest red and forest black
with brittle little limbs which lack
leavesthat match or live in fact
on the river bank I sit
shiver, quiver, as I slit
both my wrists and bite my lip
agonizing over bliss
covered up and covered in
someone elses bloody sin
screaming out , in vain I shout,
"damn this night and damn my doubts!"
frigid now my bones do break
as the pain does penetrate
fiercly piercing my lost soul
which has wandered in this cold
wonder, do i, why i cry
contemplate or even try
nothing matters in this mess
as I try to catch my breath
frozen tears on icy cheeks
say much more than I can speak
in this howling wind I wept
glass menageries of death
shattered on the forest floor
tattered, bruised I choose no more
angels watch me as I seize
shake and twitch then cease to breathe
for my will is killing me
in attempt to set me free
forest red andforest black
take me, break me for I lack
any dire will to be
rather would I die, you see
what is but a heart that's still
vacant, shaken in these hills
on these banks rank and rotten
where my danklove is forgotten

When do we fall for then we shall pray
How long will it last until we decay
Become forgotten and then rot away
Begotten to wicked and wretched dismay
Filled with distorted remorseful neglect
Aborted and futile attempts at respect
Nothing will ever replace the sensation
Of fusing our love for grace and temptation
Through the redemption that does arise
When we repent for the sins of our lives
For we are the wayward and weakest of stars
Whose choice was to choose to lose what was ours
Given to us