forest 3

forest red and forest black with brittle limbs and leaves that match 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 when my love is forgotten