Sitting In The Forest

A black hole steals my heart,
A dark spirit soothes my soul,
A stop light shutters red,
Opening my thought healed wounds.

Temptations through my skin,
Like parasites they take me,
A forest with rubbish scattered,
Consuming my voice,
Forever speechless in presence.

My future fades black,
My black opens red,
Open for the shootings,
The bullets pierce inside,
Letting me fall into myself,
Unable to climb back out.

~Amy

*I wrote this one will I was sitting in the woods one night*