UNFORGIVEN

WITH MY LAST BREATH, 
I’II CURSE YOUR NAME, 
AS I RECALL THE PAIN
I ‘VE SUSTAINED 
BY YOUR SELFISH GAMES.

YOU TORE MY HEART APART 
SINKING MY EMOTIONS INTO A DARK HOLE,
LIKE THE SEA THAT CONSUMES 
DROWNED MEN SOULS.

LIKE ROSES TWICE DEAD, 
LAYING IN A FORGOTTEN CEMETERY
YOU ARE TO ME,
AND AT MY POINT OF DEATH,
I SHALL CURSE YOUR NAME,
WITH MY VERY LAST BREATH.

WILFORD BARKER.