the echos in my head
are where my dreams lay
my nightmares are reality
my shadows are no longer my enemies
I feel the evil crawling besides me
waiting to chain me to the wall
I need salvation
but this is what I'm used to
the ongoing chants
whispering it's going to be alright
resisting never gets anywhere
is this how I was meant to be?
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of shitty poems I write when I'm bored. ALL ARE WRITTEN BY JAE RAYNE. (that's me)
