Father And His Son

Ghostly steps creep across the hall
Frightened child opens bedroom door
He peeks his head around the corner
Looking into the black pit of a room

Muffled scream pierces thick wall of silence
Child looks up and sees nothing worthwhile
And yet the scream still lingers in the air
Small flash of light, and silence again

He sits there for what seems to be hours
Yet the clock cannot lie, only ten minutes
And now, finally there is a movement
Shadowy figure, creeps across the room

Child is hidden in the darkness
But figure is accentuated in contrast
His chin bearing that thin mustache
Like Freddy Mercury but eyes of Bundy

It is not known, how many hours
Poor soul sat in that haunted house
But when aunt Lilly came to visit
He was starving and had rabid eyes

And the stench, it filled the air like water
Drowning every one leaving no air to breathe
Seven years of mental healing seemed enough
They thought those scars had healed like they should

But little did they know
Urge was there
Skills appeared
Now he was
On a mission

Dingy motel followed by dingier
Cheap hookers to get some thrill
All in the search of that man
Whom police could not arrest

Sure they thought he had forgotten
Bulls---!
He remembered it as clearly
As the fierce look in ghosts eyes

Dingy motel number twelve
That's where he was
Finally he would get
What was coming

Break and enter
Stab and leave
No need to watch
No need to wank

But yet there was
Even when he saw the face
How could have been so blind

But the rush!
Oh the thrill
No cheap ho'
Could ever top that

So now he had a mission
Again he did
But this time different
To meet his new found father

Together they would roam the land
Taking lives as they pleased
For really what there is to do
For a father and his son