Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Flow the songs of madness as my blood runs cold, sticky intent, fools gold, my sickness now yours, my grave unmarked as the hole is bigger than the football field played in as children, bask in the darkness, farewell to the flesh, a mirror is my forgiveness, a lasting nothingness set free, forgive, my self loathing, my bitter enemy, my isolating companion, my self, me…