Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

I lost the thought,

to know the name,

of my reflective self,

an image of me,

his face all twisted,

his eyes empty,

a blissful existence,

of someone not me,

a hidden self,

only I could see,

answers lost in the insanity,

of forever spoken,

the mirror broken,

but whole to me,

for it was all I could see,

fragile is the hand,

of the killer inside me..