Nightmare


The words play in my head again
And yet I wonder what the meaning of it all is
That man, he could have skinned me alive
And yet he didn't

I wasn't the one he was after
And yet I've failed so many times before
What made this time different?
What made me put an end to the madness and the blood shed?

I'm glad we were able to stop him
And yet this case shook me to the bone
Made me more nauseated then one could ever imagine.
My head spun from such confusion and such fear
The blade to my throat, I've been there before
Even if I am the only one to remember it

Oh John, I can't believe the nightmare I had,
And how you came into my hotel room
It truly startled me.
To see you standing there before my eyes,
And not cry out for you to hold me.
I was sick to my stomach then
From seeing a man skinned to death
I wasn't going to tell you what I saw
But how could I not
It was far too obvious what was going on
And yet I feared what would happen
Would it happen to me?
Or was it just a premonition
Of something I would later see.

How would I know that actually seeing it in person
Would make me feel much more ill than in a dream?
I've seen death before
I remember your son's case,
It was the worst I've ever lived
And yet this seemed so much more disturbed.

Was it because it was happening to me?
I felt for you John though, when your son died
And when we searched the heavens to find him
You know that I would do anything to truly give your son back to you
And what if it was true
That we all have souls and they carry on into another life
Then perhaps your son is somewhere else
Living happily and playing on the swings.