Since I've never really had a stab at poetry before I thought I'd give it a go.
Empty Shell
Cracks form, memories seep out,
lost in a sea of decay.
Do you wish you’d embraced the fire now, my love?
Nameless and hidden you stay.
Respect lost for the living,
leaving the dead to wander.
The last mark of your presence now a mangled mound,
engraved in stone, no longer.
Your crippled carcass now lay,
upon a bed of stale bones,
as fortunate fools dance on rotten cadaver,
breathing their moralless moans.
Your porcelain skin, broken,
a lifetime since felt by hand,
now a lonely empty shell, entombed and soulless,
nothing but food for the land.
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