A lifeless shell
a walking corpse
she has risen
no pulse, no heartbeat
decaying skin
rotting stench
It brings tears to my eyes
eyes a crystal white
lips a saphire blue
always walking, searching
her soul is lost
her mind is set
a crippling stumble
long swaying hair
notted, fraying
tattered dress
once was white
she was beautiful
she was my Luna
afraid to live
afraid to feel
lonliness consumed
fear conquered
life taken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of the corpse bride. Well organized and easy to read keep up the work this is really good.