Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Alone,

darkness,

I taste it still,

what once was,

when it ripped my sin from me,

when it,

when it won,

did it?

I can’t remember,

I know I had a plan,

I think,

I’m not sure it worked,

it played me,

it twisted what I created,

into what it wanted,

what it needed,

but,

there was still hope,

there was still the flash drive,

maybe,

it wasn’t over yet,

maybe,

I could stop it.

 

…Tonight, don’t miss the beginning of the end, as The Roundhead begins…

 All artwork by Yazgar, check his stuff out when you can!