Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

black is the light,

displaying my insides,

a glowing display,

shown in void of decay,

willow on whispers,

nothing in store,

a sideways disaster,

a plan,

without a plan,

my name,

a deception,

a lie,

in disguise,

place the danger,

in place of yellow,

a colour,

not a place…