Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Name the unnamed,

Give it shape,

Give it weight,

Give it a face,

So when I destroy it you will know it is the thing in your head I have buried beneath the lemon tree out beyond the reaches of your twisted reach,

See it’s face,

Feel its weight,

See it’s shape,

That unnamed thing,

They feeling between me and you,

See it’s face,

Feel its weight,

See it’s shape,

Give it a name,

So when I thrust the cross into the ground in front of its grave I can carve its name across it,

That unnamed thing,

That feeling between you and me,

Let’s name it before it’s too late,

It’s too late,

It’s too late….