Starved for love she became a hollow shell.
In her eyes now an empty stare,
Shut in softly amongst her hell.
You touch her and feel so cold.
But that nothingness is what she was given
In return for her heart and soul.
She’s love anemic, broken and past decay,
But oh, she still feels the pain
Nothing left to give, yet she goes on anyway.
You may kiss her dry, cracked lips
And breathe the dust of her lungs,
She will submit to your shallow caresses
Only now, sharing the disease as it comes.
By: Mahella (T.M.) 2015
CREDITS & THANKS:
Model – Fiori di Ofelia fiori-di-ofelia.deviantart.com
Leaves – Lilifilane lilifilane.deviantart.com
Branches & Roots – Love to Share Stock love-to-share-stock.deviantart…
Hair – Painted by me
Ribs – Altaria13 Stock altaria13-stock.deviantart.com
Chest Wound – Painted by me
Dead Birds – Dark Dragon Stock dark-dragon-stock.deviantart.c…
Mask – Winters Magic Stock wintersmagicstock.deviantart.c…
Webs & Cracks – Obsidian Dawn www.obsidiandawn.com
Skin and other effects – Painted by me