Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

The blood still runs,

in the foothills of the wastelands we once called home,

the war that plagued us,

still holds on in vain,

 depleting what was a happy home,

and turning it into a sea of red,

we asked forgiveness,

we pleaded to be free,

a world you’ve left me,

a world not for me…