Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Stuck like a fly within the spider’s web, discolouration between the purples and reds, dissecting the words that were said, hating the images that dance in my head, violations of my imagination, an impurity inbreed, seclusion, delusions, words unsaid, a dance, a movement, simplicity of the undead, let the shadows rise as the daylight falls, insanity, madness, we fear them all, hidden within my schizophrenia is my sanity, my self, my child like soul, forgiveness within reach, but lies told by all…