Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Sinner,

base my hate on you,

it feeds me,

makes this suffering worth something,

don’t presume to judge me,

I am not without my own darkness,

I am locked within this lie,

created by the one before me,

the one who cursed me with this totem of hate,

lick the pain,

for soon,

you will suffocate yourself,

as I have,

for my tomb,

will soon be yours.