Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

a manic movement,

justified underneath,

flooded,

why am I,

stuck from the inside,

twisted intent,

weathered pain unverified,

hallowed words,

sober sorrow,

there was a moment,

I recalled the wisdom for it was collected in preparation,

For there was a day to come,

etched in a wayward way,

but in the end its just another lies,

something else that doesn’t come,

so fear me,

keep me,

why did I,

when I could,

or the older,

I’m young,

but aged,

be my parents,

or regret the end…