Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Vain is thy voice,

bitter is thy words,

hate bathed in blood,

sin breathed in,

contempt for oneself,

glass across the flesh,

open up,

separated,

while you desperately hold on to nothing,

writhing and wrestling,

with what dances inside,

the devil,

the demon,

the nightmares,

of who you hide.