Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Sickness of self-doubt mirrored in their eyes, self-deception hidden in the blade of a knife held against my flesh, splashes (violence has come home again as my shadow self shows no remorse) of red paint the sea beneath me (segregation of self and sin$) bathe in was, suffocating in the now, slipping into the tomorrow of a sadness that leaves me lost, suffocating, suffering, pass unto this, savage, compartmentalise what is and what matters when the (when others don’t) suffering matters little to what matters most, stake your claim, salivate, it’s too late…