Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Stagnant in form,

pulsating with filth,

my depressing life,

house build on shit,

a rhythmic sensation,

pulling out instead of staying in,

washed away,

across skin made of gold,

a beautiful vessel,

spit does it hold,

my flesh,

my blood,

my veins pumping hard,

a life was I mastering,

wailing,

weeping,

singing songs that remain unfinished,

a deafening silence,

my moment,

my song,

come and gone….