SERIAL KILLER

 With hands held fast upon the tiller

Plotting a course through times insane

Daddy was a serial killer

Killing for pleasure and for gain

Is blood a bond that will not dim?

With cosh or rope, with knife or gun

He is the shadow, darkness is him

He is my father, I am his son

I’ll move away and change my name

I’ll grow a beard and darken my hair

To hide my birthright and my shame

To escape the finger of despair

Life is ruined before it’s begun

For a serial killer’s son