Sin…The Promotion…

I’m being promoted.

No, not that kind of promotion. I’m not going from patient to orderly, or even Grand Poobah himself (or ‘Himself’, no doubt). There’s no corner office with a lovely big window overlooking the gardens. I don’t get a pay rise with a nice bonus to boot.

I might just get the boot…

No handshake. No letter on fancy-schmancy embossed paper, gilded letterhead resplendent.

No.

But, apparently, I’m being promoted.

Well, you might think, he’s known as ‘The Reverend’. Perhaps he’s becoming ‘The Deacon’ or ‘The Bishop’?

You’d be wrong.

Still, though, I’m in good spirits. The promotion in question (if you, in fact, were questioning) is that I’m being made free. And, you’re wrong again.

I’m not being released. Even though I’m meant to be here voluntarily so I should be able to walk out of here when I please, I can’t. Connors has his claws into me just as if I’m a mouse and he’s swooped down from on high and is taking me back to his nest to be fed on by his hungry children. Yeah, like he’d share.

Free. The word tastes of… freshness. I almost get giddy with the thought, but then, I am in an asylum. But it’s not me. Well it is and it isn’t. It’s my book. My story.

Sin, written by some bloke called Shaun Allan. I’m sure he’s a nice guy, and all that, but would you trust someone with two first names? It’s like he can’t make his mind up.

Saying that, I lost my surname somewhere along the way, so I don’t have room to talk.

Anywho. Sin, the eBook, is going to be completely free all day on the 12th January. That’s tomorrow, or today, or last week (depending on when you read this).

If I can’t be free and walk among the populace, perhaps my book can.

Less chance of people dying, I suppose.

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Sin… Free today!

Apparently my book, my story, is available free today from Amazon as an Ebook. If you want to look into the mind of a madman, break it out. Not that I’m mad of course…

Sin Ebook

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Sin… Break Free

I want to break free. I have to break free. I’ve got to break free from this prison that wraps bars so tightly round me. I need to break free.

Who knows? Who knows what it’s doing to me?

I’ve fallen so far. I’ve fallen so far that I don’t know just what is or isn’t real. I’ve fallen so far.

I know. I know I’ve fallen so far.

It’s strange and so true, how the screams they haunt me as they do. But I know that I’m sure, I can’t walk out the door! But, how I need to break free, oh yes, I wish I could break free.

I just have got to break free.

I wish life could go on. I can’t get used to all of the cries, taunting inside, splitting me wide open, like a knife. I don’t want to carry on. God knows, and I think He’s always known.

Oh, you’ve really got to see, I’ve got to break free.

I have to break free. You have to agree..

I want, I want, I want, I want…

…to bring an end to me.

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