White Room (Fears Of Ceasing To Be)

By: Raven

loiter in the hallway

hall of mirrors



play with my refection

mimicking dejection

enter the white room

beside your bed I loom

over you who gave me life

I have caused you strife

take hold

I finally fit the mold

you so desired me to be

but will you leave without a trace

now it is I who has fears of ceasing to be

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