A/N: Fanfiction poem on an odd subject: a victim of the dementor's kiss. The head spoken of is Voldemort, because a soulless person would still be useful to him...wouldn't it?

My Shell
What does it mean to love?
Happiness is gone forever
And I don't know what to do,
Left a hollow, empty shell.
I exist, but only in name,
For I no longer know myself.
What remains is nothingness,
My shell, what was me.
Stranger are the fantasies
And thoughts are what would be a dream.
All I do is wait, wait,
And go when the head doth command...