THE UNFORGIVEN

what did you think?
what did you expect?
that I would fall too my knees,
in a humble mess.
that those crocodile smiles
and pitiful tears.
would make me forget,
them tobacco fingers squeezing my neck.
 
where was your sorrow?
where was your grief?
when you battered me senseless
to ease your relief.
 
and now you say that you have lamented
and guilt has got you tormented,
but you see I don't really care,
I can still feel the stitches,
where you opened my head
with the back of a chair.
 
now as you lie entombed in your miserable cell.
I'm on the floor praying for your soul,
to  be rotting in dungeons of hell.
you have made me bitter
turned my life to the ugliest of winters.
I hope you die in that stinking prison
for you will always be the UNFORGIVEN.