Blood on my Knife

Blood on my knife,

Ice in my heart,

Tears in a mothers eyes.

Tears will dry,

Wounds will heal,

Ice will melt.

But will the memories fade.

Will there be dreams this time.

Will that child come to me in my dreams,

Will he look into my eyes,

Not as the criminal that was in the parking lot,

But as the living room child,

The play station child,

A mothers little boy,

Will he ask me why with tears in his eyes?

Will I scream myself awake.