The Savage

I’m an outlaw, running from the law in demand
Bare, bloodied knuckles strewn about my hands
I do not feel pity; in fact I do not feel a thing
Except the hate for one man, whose death I shall bring

My aging six-shooter slung down beyond my reach
Beside my hip, my quivering fingertips do beseech
Aching for use, steel tipped reapers ready to unleash
The rage of my fallen family, loving and deceased

There is a man I seek among the waking world
Whose demise is my destiny fully unfurled
And knowing this, I open a story wrought with pain
Emboldened in blood, I continue to entertain

One day, seemingly millennia in the past
I shared the love of an un-saintly woman with class
I was not prepared to feel, for I thought I could not
But in her fiendish ways I was soon to be caught

It was love at first sight, painfully obvious to all
She was encased in brunette, brown eyes, and tall
With unbridled grace that made her float to my grasp
Every time she held my gaze, I couldn’t help but gasp

She was my love, my heart and my partner in crime
We shared moments of bliss thousands of times
We made friends and enemies, both of a feather
In time we killed many and stole millions together

Then in a flurry of lustful luck, change had occurred
And the cries of an infant, born of obsession, were heard
And in this same year, a young boy we did find
In a puddle of carnage, our paths intertwined

Now with a lady of blood, and a boy of fate
Our family ran from the laws we did hate
We raised our children to be heartless it seems
As they grew they understood what our message did mean

The boy turned man, bloodthirsty with rage
He became his own, The Savage, at eighteen of age
He could not be stopped, nor be controlled
His soul withered with age, by twenty years old

And the young lady grew ever so shy
We wondered and pondered as the reason to why
Until we noticed it was her brother she feared
His madness and primity no longer endeared

Overwhelmed by his own undeniable emotion
Murdering and raping were his only devotion
Our words fell upon the devil’s closed ears
Unmoved, and unscathed by his mother’s tears

Thrice years had now passed since we last saw our son
Our family was fierce and could not be out run
Riddled in blood, misery is not hard to follow
A monster I’d created, empty-chested and hollow

Then was the day we finally chanced upon
A town he laid rest in, my own evil spawn
We settled down, took a room at the inn
Stayed out of his notice, and counted his sins

The next night I left, and took seat at a bar
When in the distance, I heard screams from afar
They sounded like those of my wife and child
Sending a chill through my essence, heart racing wild

I sprinted in full, only mere minutes away
Until I heard those shots, a gun truly at play
I darted to my room, and collapsed on the floor
Then slowly it creaked closed, the bedroom door

I retched and bellowed at what I just saw
Dead and unflinching, one ripped of her jaw
I saw in a sliver of moon, their bodies were ravaged
And chuckling in the corner, my son, The Savage

He walked past me, my heir, and said not a word
I couldn’t makes sense of this, I felt blind and absurd
As he walked to the door he whispered so sweet
“I understand why you loved her, she was truly a treat.”

Choking on vomit and the words he just spoke
I grasped for his arm, blinded with hope
He shook me off, smiling, as if nothing was wrong
And before I recovered, The Savage had gone

Frozen in time, despaired, I inched slowly to death
Hovering over my loves, as they took their last breath
I shook them, I screamed, I tried and I pleaded
One more moment with them was all that I needed

Their limp bodies were cold, so empty of life
I should have been there, for my child and wife
Now I suffer, with their deaths on my soul
No way, no cure, never any way to console

Ten years past, you find me here in your presence
Planning and plotting my only repentance
For once again I have tracked my son
Back to this place, where his story begun

Twas this town that we found him inside his home
The day of his parents death, left to suffer alone
We should have let him pass, seeing what he’d become
But now, to his pleasures I am starting to succumb

Pay close watch as I creep up the stairs
To his bedside, he sleeps, so unawares
I pull from my holster, my rusty six-shooter
Place my gun to his head, teacher killed by his tutor

I take in a sigh before the trigger is squeezed
He opens his eyes, not even a bit displeased
He grins a crooked, crack-toothed smile
“Fucking do it already,” he said full of guile

I pulled my gun back, only a few inches away
Then shoved the barrel down his throat, only to say
“You took all that I had, though I created your madness,
Now I'm taking it all back, to be rid of this sadness!”

Then the trigger was pulled, and he died instantly
Now the only one left to die, was obviously me
I swallowed, and heaved, told myself to be brave
It’s time for me, Atlantis, to be sent to my grave

I thought of my loved ones, my wife and my daughter
And how it was me, who truly sent them to slaughter
And the gun was now pointed straight at my heart
But this time pulling the trigger, was the easiest part