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A tick, tock,
Echoing loudly inside my head.
Stops.
Dies.
The thump of my heart
Filling space and time.
Heavy.
Painful.
I yield my sword
Through flesh-coloured meadows.
Slashing.
Fighting.
Whispering willows
Of false deception.
Sugary.
Liar.
Dripping with insincerity,
Choking my soul.
Unspoken.
Silent.
Grinding my nerves
Into crumbs on the floor.
Creaking.
Moaning.
A scream through a veil,
I sob in frustration.
Beaten.
Broken.
Nothing to say,
Except I surrender.