Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Flow strong,

my wicked friend,

see words,

meanings you can no longer comprehend,

sparkles splinter,

dig in and descend,

darkness lights,

downwards around the bend,

fossil foils,

a message does it send,

hate unaided,

no bridges to mend,

soiled symbolism,

or so we pretend,

avid attention,

this isn’t poetry this is the end…..