How could I marry a corpse bride?
It was long after our love died,
I saw she had rotted inside.
looking into her blank eyes,
a part of me also dies.
I cannot love a monster,
even though it looks like her,
it's a lie I won't endure.
Till death do us part,
stop beating my heart.
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PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
