Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

My tomorrow never had you in it,

My yesterday was scarred from your inclusion,

Today I bury the blade of my life in your skull,

And I fell cleansed,

Bitterness was not bitter,

For it was just hate,

Not for you,

But for what you was,

What your represented,

Tomorrow will be a new day as long as you are buried in the yesterday of what was,

And not infecting the today that will be tomorrow…