Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Within the darkness a deafness starts,

regurgitated from a story past,

told without the real names said,

a deed of dastardliness was performed,

piled upon the old and new,

buried beneath galvanised flesh,

vindictive processes,

flatulent and forty,

feeble and alone,

a mirror masked in indifference,

a lie standing within the truth,

see the mirror and see the lies,

ignore your reflection as you believe in the lies..