Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Lies,

deviations from the path,

a path that was soaked in blood,

blood I spilt,

blood I released,

when I struck them with my blade,

how red it was,

and how they screamed,

I loved them you know,

for I didn’t do it out of hate,

but I saw the signs,

I knew what was to come,

I saw our end,

when the beast was to come,

so I made their escape,

I freed them from it’s grasp,

and now I sit here,

waiting,

suffering,

for it’s saving me,

for last.