Man Called Jack

I looked on in, he looked right back.
He looked just like a man called Jack!
Those lifeless eyes, that lifeless stare!
He looked as if he wouldn't care.

Why look at me, what have I done?
I was only having fun!
The lifeless stare, am I not there?
He looks at me and doesn't care.

The blackest eyes, they draw you in.
This guy looks like he's full of sin.
I lift my hand to wipe my face.
He lifts his too and fills the space.

Why does he have to stand and stare?
He looks at me like I'm not there!
A shiver crawls across my my back.
I'm sure this is the man called Jack!

What do I see, and is this blood?
All his clothes are covered in mud.
Where has he been, what has he done?
I'm sure they said he had a son.

I look away, avert his gaze.
I really think this man is crazed!
His torn jacket, below the light.
His eyes stare at me dark as night.

I want to run, to get away.
To come back on another day!
I turn to run, he reaches out.
He grabs my arm, I give a shout.

I look down now, and see the blood.
Am I standing in the mud?
Where have I been, where is my son?
Where is my boy, what have I done!