He strove to be one
While the world withered at his feet
Then time was no longer
Held in a world beyond
The gates of hell served no one
A door is a door
Open the hand that feeds
Give it power and see it bleed
Reflections of once what was
My focus is never mine
Sprawled before me my mirror was lost
Spin the bottle and see
Play within the winter sun
Feed the self as we are done
Setting on the ending black
Twisted Roads - Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks 
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