Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

It Was But A Simple Thing, But There Was No Air To Breathe – Wrapped In Words

Ghosts of the past haunt my twisted mind,

Lost between a wanted heaven and a self-imposed hell,

Let’s take a breath and just breathe,

Just breathe,

For the soft embrace you give is grander than the coldness that death promises me,

Wishful moments lost in a deceptively confused time that cries for sense,

But offers no escape only silence,

Without a voice,

Only the endless darkness,

Without hope,

Without a destination,

How much can I ask for,

When nothing is all I have,

For everything that ever mattered has gone away,

Let’s just take a breath and just breathe,

Just breathe,

Until you cannot…