This haunted corpse,
This broken shell,
This empty lifeless body with it's putrid smell,
She still walks.

She roams the streets,
Her heart on her sleeve,
Bleeding and broken, yet still beating.

There's no light in her eyes,
There's no mirth in her body,
No truth in her speech,
And no joy in her laugh.
There's nothing left.

She gave all she had,
Bled until she could bleed no more.
A corpse.
A shell.
She still walks.
There's nothing left.