Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A lie,

it’s how I started,

and then I grew,

to became something new,

as I twisted,

and turned,

I devoured them whole,

he called,

and he cried,

he prayed for release,

but release never came,

just I,

so he fought,

he drew blood,

theirs not mine,

then he begged,

and he pleaded,

but they never heard his words,

they never cared,

they never saw,

and in that,

he thought had a chance,

but I only spilled more blood because of it.