My muse of wickedness, how subtle you simmer in the sin of your own flesh, eyes worn thin, a smile crooked and wide, pulsating flashes, fleeting moments when tears were hidden, we few of madness, we suckers succumb to disease swept from the sun, a vanquished enemy, a red tongue, have my memories, light my candle, for the door beckons the guilty, the darkness guides my way through…
Twilight Twists And Turns The Soil Bed – Unhinged Poem
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Twisted Roads - Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks 
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