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Amber Lee

One night I came upon a girl, she was laying naked by the river bed,
I hope you understand this image was only in my head.
She had mud soaked blond hair,
And a glassy dead stare.
Pasty white flesh,
Rust colored blood, pooled & drying between her bare breasts.
She had an innocent, child like, makeup free face,
And a deep slash along her neck from where her blood had been drained.
That face, maybe she's about 15, such an age to die, to be stuck in that age of belief,
On verge of too young & almost there, just between.
Sweet...Murdered...Amber Lee...
How I dream of thee.
She had three broken fingernails, they were pulled all the way back to the quick,
I'm scared to believe these images of her, in my mind they will forever stick.
Her bodys' gone laying naked & cold,
Unseen and unknown.
Her once healthy red lips have changed to a deep, sad color of blue,
She's gone now, she's dead because of you.
Oh yes...I see you too, the killer that just walks away,
You should be careful...for someday very soon, you will become prey.
Her innocent face will always be tattooed on my brain,
And don't ever forget, yours' is too just the same.
You see, I recently made a promise to the girl who's name I hear at night,
That I would search for both of you and somehow, try to make it right.
Only I know what you did to her by the bed of the river,
I must return the girl to her mother and to you, deaths door I must deliver.
Sweet...Murdered...Amber Lee...
How I dream of thee.


Written in 2002
CeCe
Written by CeCe
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