Sins of the Father

Walking in the rain hand in hand
Moonlight hidden behind the clouds
Dagger hanging at his dampened side
Blood dripping down to the sidewalk
No one attached to the hand no idle talk

Passing a stranger seated on a bench
Tossing the hand into his lap
Sound of the rain broken with a yell
Followed by a gurgle and a scream
Another wet knife, a second crime scene

Strolling through Gas Works Park
The lights of downtown reflecting on the lake
Lovers lost in each others gaze...interrupted
Head tossed in their lap, blade slipping into his throat
Her scream drowned out by the horn of the passing boat

Slipping deeper into a dream, house boat rocking
Fear and reprisal visit his nightly slumber
Instead of sweats and fears the phone wakes him tonight
Bodies turning up, carved up, cut up, starting in town
It couldn't be he says with a deep frown

Slipping on some clothes, grabbing the gun and cuffs
One thought pulls upon his brain as the sky cries
Isn't he still in prison, locked up for life?
A copy cat, someone using his method of killing
Going out for this is not thrilling

Touching the scar upon his throat
Flashing to the memory of that fight
Almost bleeding out and losing his life
Puts the addresses in order like before
Knowing what is in store

Walking up the ramp to the parking lot
A stranger passes by, rain pouring down
Hint of iron touches his nose
That man is covered in blood
Turning as his body absorbs the thud

Knife breaking against his rib
Another glancing across his face
Fighting again for his life
Head butting the attacker
Breaking the nose of the slacker

A punch to the throat drops him to the ground
Standing over him savoring his final blow
Knife shimmering seductively in the light
As the slide of the shotgun rings out
Blast making the attacker shout

Pulling off his mask he understands
The face of the mans teenage son
The sins of the father passed on
Who fired that shot saving my life?
Under the light stands my son, light of my life