A silhouette
Just a husk
I am a creature made of lust

A *******
Who knew
His ******* father

His name at least
Is know to me
The nature of the beast
A fleeting memory

Yet so readily can I recall
The feelings of fear
Each and every one
I hold them near

For his best instruction
Was what not to be

I wish I could hate
For every hurt and every blow
The man who left me to this fate
How much he'll never know

Except he made me who I am
Nothing like him
At least a better man

Its useless to expend the effort
On a shadow with no substance
So I've become better for the hurt