His landscape
has been scorned with death.
Once a city, now laid to ash.
A decaying father
has left his bastard son
with addcitions by his side.
Chased away,
consumed from his fixations,
this man's 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,
I'll be waiting
I saved you a seat in hell.
There is no
end to
this life