Right in the Dead of Night

Dreams of lust and love fill your head
Broken by the shrill cell phone ring
Hazily you grab it and say hello
Her voice is garbled and broken, she is in pain
Listening you try to understand her, in vain

Turning on the light, there is a knock at the door
Flying to the living room, you find a note on rug
"Come alone. No cops. She dies soon" pulse pounding
You slip on your clothes, knife in your sock
Waistband of your belt contains the Glock

Meeting at the ferry landing this time of night
Brain sending you a warning about your death
This is where it happens each night in your sleep
Reliving the day you arrested him, the axe and your scream
Sudden pain, drenched in sweat, only a dream

He escaped a week ago and now has her
Promising to chop her to pieces like the others
Luring you back to this place haunting your soul
Self doubt, feeling you should have made the call
What if you fail both will die, chopped up small

Creeping through the Seattle rain
Shrouded in the dead of night
Scanning the empty lot for any sign of him
You make your way to the edge of the lot
Determined to give him all you have got

Her breathing can be heard above the water
Whimpering and crying in extreme pain
Moving towards the sound suddenly struck in the back
Collapsing in a puddle, struck hard yet again
Kicking out boot striking shin

Quickly you jump to your feet
Aluminum baseball bat across your chest
Feeling the sharp rib pierce a lung
Glimpse of his axe high in the air
Dragging her at his side, by the hair

Your belt is empty, gun lost in the fight
Rolling to one side and then another
Pulling the knife from within your boot
Struggling to save you she bites him in the finger
Swinging your blade you hit something letting it linger

Twisting the blade deep within his thigh
You drive it into the top of his foot
Kicking his knee backwards and rising to your feet
Picking up the axe, you raise it high above your head
Dropping it, cuffing him, wishing he were dead