Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

We hate to feel but wish to be, drugs designed to dull the pain as well as reality, we are the disease, our sickness it’s cure, feed the beast within its cage, lick the salt from inside her rage, tomorrow will hurt, today will be your birth, in a sea of blood, in a river of shit, in a world they won’t appreciate you until you’re long dead and gone, so thrust the knife, split the veins, punish the beast, feed the bitches, reap and sow, sweet perfection!