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

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

When buried his tomb will breathe his hands will rise from his grave

Begging only for sleep

Dear father I'll be wating I've saved you a

Seat in hell

For this man only thirsts for blood the blood of his

Child he stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son