The prodigal son
The one
Who came back
After the black smoke
Cleared

In the shadow
Of the still night
Stood a broken boy
Slowly crumbling
Fetal
On the inside
Feral
On the out

Together
With muscles sore
And heart broken
The big combo
Of death in the slow lane

Read between the lines
And you'll find nothing
Until you look hard enough
And you finally realize
Looking too hard
Makes your eyes hurt