Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

You know me,

I sense it deep in your sin,

you felt me seep in,

as I ripped my way through,

I tore at you too,

all for your seed,

all for your sin,

I smell it, your sin,

I smell it within, all that you are,

for I was at it’s birth,

I saw it be joined,

how beautiful it was,

but, you perverted it,

you misused it,

you squandered your gift,

so it punished your deeds,

with the creation of death,

but, it left you your sin,

it left you the seed,

but you never deserved it,

you bloody well never earned it,

so, I’ll take it and you,

you and your sin,

down to my world of darkness.