I know you are talking about me.
Your words mean nothing though...

Kiss me with the
golden morning light...

Bend the hand which marks the wheel
[It turns with silent grace...

Realisim ceases,
Desolate pieces...

Drowning within sea of obscurity,
walking but never on ground...

Based on the Kenny Chesney song: There's Something...

My hollow voice echoes in a chamber,
With closed doors stale words recirclate...

I've been stripped basic (Raped raw)
Unwanted nothing crouched naked...

He taught me to love since I never learned how.
And he gave me his heart when I could not feel...

This is the second part to Sweet Amy Was Told...
Golden blonde hair pulled into a tight bun...

Seven year old Amy tucked
strands of blonde hair by her ears...

Wire skin attached anorexic limbs,
With rohypnol salted tongue...