Prayer for tempting times

Save me. I bleed at bloodless sites torn open where there's no skin or flesh. Attacked by every front, tempting wicked games laying weak as a dying prey.   Save me for I want to fall in other arms that call, be lost in them and more taste loves I can't compare to most.  …Read more Prayer for tempting times

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Slaves of opinion

Eyes carrying no life. Soulless. Mindless. A rule. Dispersing disease. Descending.   There is no colour here suffocating weight of grey. The search for the steady wanting it with plead, unknowingly continuing to breathe.   They’ll never start to be, for they don’t know the meaning of ‘to become’. No opinion, vain gazes wandering around.…Read more Slaves of opinion