Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

a pure sentence turned into words,

meaningless,

skinned of their form,

a blistering cycle,

separated into sounds,

given to fly,

the bird man is down,

political suicide,

science without fear,

a knowledge of providence,

a nose without our sphere,

promise me the moon,

and give me the sun,

the death of my innocence,

the taste of my cum,

we wished on a miracle,

we prayed for rain,

purifying the earth,

we quested for perfection,

while perfection fell away..