Empty like a grave just waiting to be filled with tears,

my broken soul drifts in a deep black abyss of desolation.

A prisoner within my own mind,

I can't see past the dirty memories
I  tumble into myself.

Whimpering from the searing pain as it burns its way through my heart,

I glimpse in the mirror 
 Crushed eyes define my torn insides,

they plead to acknowledge, the very question 

which lost its answer when the world went black;

Who are you Amman?