A swift flick of the wrist
A harsh slam on the table
These are the last moments
that I am able

To admit I am but a child
Happy and free
Death in this instance
never to be me

The hard shell
that guards my inner child
Has lost all reason
I let it run wild

Now it holds me ransom
Playing with my fears
Reduces me to ash
not allowing my tears.
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