Weary Whispers

by Renegade Angel   Feb 14, 2021


Like a storm without a drop of rain,
nothing is satisfying
Repaid.
It’s no longer a deal with the devil.
But a preferred torture.
Not giving in, but giving up to delicious delights
of insanity
Angels are no longer on my side, but the demons sit there in the dark.
With me.
Weary eyed and hollow voiced.
But yet there is still a calling.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Oh I love this!

    "It’s no longer a deal with the devil.
    But a preferred torture"

    This line is genius and says so much. We can become so comfortable with discomfort that we can't remember alternatives.
    Brilliant piece! :-) x
    =^.^=

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