Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

I close the eyes you make me use,

I bury the images you forced me to see,

a way out,

a way down,

digging hands,

blood red seas,

preach my sin to me,

for I cannot hear,

blasphemy written in tongues,

swimming in a sea that never ends,

searching for land that will never be,

searching for the place you left me,

the mirror of your wild hate,

a reflection of my twisted fate..