The darkness danced in my mind
My time is running out though I'm not dying
My mind like the summer wind moving side to side
My conscious mind a goat for me to blame
Although I made not a sin
Blood on my hands though not mine
Should I save my mind my darkness that grows
- Rayne V. Grey
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Some Shity Poems
PoetryNothing but some trash I wrote in english class or in spear time.
