Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

You see me,

but don’t see the sun,

only the darkness,

a broken record,

a picture that holds no hope,

a picture that once looked like me,

but he’s now a stranger,

he’s now not me,

I once wore his stupid smile,

and now all I have is his face,

broken and twisted,

ravaged by life’s diseases,

let me die her quietly,

instead of screaming like you want me..