Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Regurgitate who I am with compared to who I have become,

A shadow of them ahead was never meant to be,

Silhouette in the foreground,

Masks over our faces,

We fondled keys in the bowl hoping to capture each other’s,

A secretive affair hidden within our own lies,

Simplistic but complicated,

If a mirror was taken to our world we would recognise it for our lies have twisted our reality into a vision that does not exist,

So take my hand and face this ending,

Dance the dance of suplification,

Remind the cells of a lost hope,

Dance until the cinder block fall off this world,

Dance until the dead drag us home,

Dance until…