Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Corpse decaying in the sun that always shines, marked across the face of man, a sin regrettable than that which I saw, my eyes faded with a blue that meant nothing to you, a knife fashioned from the bones of a dead world,  a tomorrow without you,  the dead eyes of the world, a pain that does not go, my grave dug by my own hands, a world that needs to go away, a sin, not for me…