Golden - Soft Fangs
Stolen out of time and space
Left without a soul or a face
Everything's gone to waste
I awake full of hate
Trying to wipe my past away
But it sits and waits
For a moment I almost thought
I was golden
Ripe as a tree in the orchard
Ready for anything
Sitting in my room
Like I always do
Staring at the light
Until my eyes are open wide