Mr. Schizophrenic

I have a child, but I don't know his name.
When I dream, every nightmares the same.
He calls for help but the voice fades away.
Off he runs, the background turns to gray.
Lost child posters litter the wall.
Empty stares from them all.
Where did he go, I was holding his hand.
How did he escape, I must know I demand.
When did this water turn to blood?
Why have I buried this boy in the mud?

My little brother couldn't ever sleep.
He said he always heard me weep.
I don't remember ever crying.
But I do remember him dying.
I knelt down by his bed to pray.
Forgive me Lord, is what I say.
I saw the knife pierce his skin.
I even saw an empty mirror grin.
I saw his funeral, why did he die?
Did I ever get to say goodbye?

Good morning wife, how are you today?
I hope you're hungry, it's a blood buffet.
I know this lady, I remember the words I do.
But this morning, her bodies been cut through.
This nightmare feels so vivid and fresh.
Was it real life, when I chainsawd her flesh?
The blade got stuck halfway in the neck.
Should I feel her pulse, dare I check?
Is she alive? Who wanted her dead?
A message of blood says that she begged and pled.

Three dead people, who can they be?
I was told that these people are my family.
I'm made to hug myself because I'm sad.
But I often hear the whitecoats say I'm mad.
Who am I am, why don't I know my name?
I'v been called murderer, killer, and insane.
Everyday, I'm fed pills to wipe my head.
But the pills laugh at me, they say I'm dead.
I only wanted to play a game, to have fun.
Once I finished the voices said I won.
My prize is great, a big white room.
It's so much fun, the people say its my tomb!