Noir Imprints: Free, Yet Sorrowful

While life drifted far away,
crossing crimson rivers
thick with the infection of your resentment,
the fragile thread of memory binding me to you
was severed by blazing blades
that carved upon my skin
vain words, forgiveness, and sins.
With the thread undone,
the rivers vanished,
turning into vast and trembling oceans
where I could finally swim free,
yet sorrowful.