the rage of a thousand fires
burns in my blood

seething through my skin
it dissipates any sense or sensibility

soon i shall turn
into sin ....


dennis.sinned

i breathe in relief at the darkest hour of the night
as i wander in the byzantium of my minds creation

free of the trappings of the world
that so bind me to a mortal shell

i am home ...

.sin

lonely sleepless nights
fragmented thoughts

addicted yearnings
difficult denials

contemplated cessation
realised reality

a million thoughts
a single mind

ensured desperation
eventual madness