Broken: Anxious

His slow beating heart marches into her mind, Grips onto her thoughts and dreams, Drags her out into the open, Exposing everything she believes, And there's nought she can do against his dark love, No matter where she wants to stay, Like waves in the ocean he pulls her from shore, And carries her through every day, Then days become weeks become months become years, Each morning she shuts her eyes tight, As he hauls her out into the world, Now her thoughts and her dreams have been wiped, His slow beating heart are hands on a clock, With monotony every day he still sings, Songs of war and fear and fright, Songs of the hell that she lives.