To You, My Unforgotten Son

Death and I aren't done, because I want back my son.

He and I had a great run, but you took him away without much to say.

Hell you took him before he could see a new day, you and I are not okay.

I can't go to bed; through my eyes I only see red.

My addiction is vengeance and my med will be your death.

More or less he was just a boy, a boy and you left him lifeless. 
Hear my yell?

Can you tell you left me unwell?

Unwell in such a hell.

Tell me you're sorry, plead and beg for me to not leave you dead.

I've shed enough tears, you brought me my most fear and now I want to hear your last breath.

So as I make this step and cross the line, know that your life is mine.

Tonight I can surely say that I will get my way.