His landscape Has been scorned with death Once a city Now laid to ash A decaying father Has left his bastard son With his addcitions at his side Chased away, Consumed from his fixations, This mans life went down in flames Chased-away-what he's-created His-hunger-grows There is no End to This life Of fixations Dear father, Ill be waiting I saved you a seat in hell He remains A walking corpse As his legs will move Forward For his addictions Itch at his throat Only to crave More of The blood He seeks For this man only thirsts for blood The blood of his child He stands Knee deep In the blood of his bastard son