Knee Deep

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