Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Whispered sonnets in my ear.

Words wrapped in feelings I fear.

Tales of darkness.

Tales of dread.

Mistrust.

Murder.

Seas of red.

Blood.

Innards scatter before me.

I see the future I dare not see.

I witness my fate.

I see my doom.

The beast of darkness.

It’s crude womb.

I’m reborn in its image.

I’m darkness personified.

The killer.

The betrayer.

Awash in a sea of red.

My rebirth.

My death.

My forever face.

My darkness.

My sin forever more shown to me as it takes me in within itself.

My twisted child.

My written words.

My trap.

My fate.