Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

The knock was taken,

when the door was open,

the last token of another life,

I saw the sand running down,

the timer was almost over,

my mind was not mine,

a sea of consequences,

lies all in a row,

we consumed the devils playthings,

we spent the day falling in love,

while we grew the hatred at night,

a thousand years in a single day,

we failed to find the key,

it was lost in our hands,

see the last speck,

of who the world saw us as,

let the tears fall freely,

for the woven flesh is in tatters,

pretty sideways glances,

of a moment lost in time…