the echos in my head
are where my dreams lay
my nightmares are reality
my shadows are no longer my enemiesI feel the evil crawling besides me
waiting to chain me to the wall
I need salvation
but this is what I'm used tothe 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)