BEYOND REPAIR

IN THE AUDIENCE OF TIME
I PONDERED THE DARKNESS OF MY LIFE,
THE LIFELESS STATE OF MY EMOTIONS,
AND THE REASON BEHIND THE NUMBNESS 
OF MY ABILITY TO LOVE AGAIN.

DECEPTION HAD CAUSED ME 
TO RETREAT INTO THE ARMS OF OBSCURITY,
AFRAID TO TRUST, AFRAID TO LOVE,
AFRAID OF THE LIGHT.

O! THAT SOMEONE MAY RESCUE ME 
FROM THIS TEDIOUS JOURNEY OF LIFE,
AND ITS EXISTENTIAL ANGST
THAT PLAGUES MY HEART
WITH EVERY BREATH THAT I TAKE.

MY SOUL IS BEYOND REPAIR,
FOR IT WAS WOUNDED BY LOVE,
AND MY HEART HAS BEEN SHATTERED,
INTO A THOUSAND PIECES,
BY YOUR VENOMOUS OF KISS.

AND SO I WAIT,
ON THE ANGEL OF DEATH,
TO USHER ME INTO THE ARMS OF DARKNESS,
WHERE THE MEMORY OF YOUR SMILE 
WILL NO LONGER TORMENT MY SOUL.

WILFORD BARKER.