A sight

When the crime, Is complete, There's no turning around.

You can't return, To the past, To the present you're bound.

Stains on your fingers, Reminding, Of your act.

But all the blood, In the world, Can't take you back.

Though it hurts, To witness, The results of your deed.

These are all, Your actions, So your actions you'll see.

When the dirt, Settles, On her memories.

Walking past, It's quite, A sight to believe.