Empty
Swords crash on shields
Made of promises broken,
Snapped like the wings of birds
When we were told,
"You aren't allowed to fly."
Swords made of lies
And bitter endings.
They cut deep on every strike
Breaking bits away with every
Single
Hit.
The blows rain in fury
Trying to take away sanity
And leave in its wake
Empty.
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