deed

the deed was done

in a way that was wrong

but ended better than expected

as a yet another reminder

to not ever trust myself

i made mistakes

no, not mistakes - choices

possible roads i could've taken

now closed and barred

to never again be discovered

again

(at least not by me)

i'll go on without looking back

you have your own track

marked by the blood dripping

from your wounds

and i've left my bounds

free, at last

how lonely...

but it was the road i chose

it seemed to lovely at first

but the deed is done.

no looking back.

i'll keep on going my way

like i always do

like you will too