Tick tock, tick tock, time sliped through her hands,
In a house of silence, bound by cruel demands.
She traced the bruises, echoes of despair,
In the mirror of shadows, she met her own stare.

His words like daggers, cutting deep, cutting cold,
Her dreams turned to ashes, her spirit unsold.
Tick tock, tick tock, the seconds turned to years,
Each tick a teardrop, each tock a new fear.

She wore her shame like armor, her pain like a veil,
In the court of her heart, love’s verdict was frail.
He promised the stars, but delivered the night,
Her soul yearned...