DecisionA decision has been made,
long ago not just this date,
playing with a blade,
red rivers flow in cascade,
turns a memory into a shade,
with life out of my hands to fade.
Devil caught me with his bait,
don't even feel betrayed,
neither chance nor will to evade,
probably just another trade,
for the end to be delayed,
facing my own masquerade,
which is finally decayed.
A dirty game for life I played,
though no one noticed, I'm afraid,
maybe a reason for this raid,
or just an excuse for my degrade,
doesn't matter as I haven't paid,
my will to survive for this decade.