Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

They say things strong than words will break my bones,

but bones heal while your words dig deep,

lies be told before my eyes as sinners  are a virtue,

you segregated half my self and purée the rest to feed the horde who wait outsides the doors beyond,

a simple silence,

a reflection of who I used to be,

a man,

a mirage,

a lesson to learn,

a myth,

no fact,

just fiction…