Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Picture the blood of a sinner,

see it run free,

a bloodless corpse is found,

a sea of red does it float,

I was not on the rectangle shape before it became less,

I wished I was,

but I never saw it there,

they deviated,

they pretended,

I called your name,

but hearing was long ended,

see the eyes,

watch the jelly spring free,

I was an open book,

that you stopped writing in…