Walking

I was walking down an abandoned
road once upon a night
I thought I caught a glimpse of you
In the glow of the moon
When I called your name, my voice shook
With unshed tears
I knew that it was too late to return
To the tattered page
I was walking down a forked road that
Led me past my exsistence
I thought I caught a glimpse of you
In the flash of a knife
When I turned to look it was
With eyes that saw too well
I knew that it was too late
With the blade
I had ceased to be