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The Walking ShellA faceThe Walking Shell by LucidDreamDog
Once so pure and cherry cheeked,
Now shields so much anger and despair.
Once overflowing with sweet honey words,
Only spits vile acid of pain and hatred.
Once holding so much cheer and fuzzy welcoming embrace
Has grown twisted and prickly with territorial disdain.
Once containing a world and it's inhabitants
Is now darkened with storms of confusion and horrid demons.
Once open to the hearts of others
Now shuts itself away clutching to the memories of the past.
With it's appearance being the same as years passed,
It now only carries the imprisoned soul of what used to live in it,
Being controlled by the worst virus humanity can conjure;