Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Spasm of My Sickness

A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks

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Desperately I asked forgiveness, nothing more than pain,
I swelled into a shadow’s shape, deceiving and insane.
A woven tapestry of lies, reflected through the glass,
I asked, I spoke, I saw the fiend, its motion come to pass.

Something less than hope remains, the window not a door,
Yet open still it calls to me, I rise, I fall, I soar.
Tokens taken, moments lost, I ventured forth once more,
Awoken, broken, speaking names, the beasts of night ignore.

Worshipped trees and whispered gods, they answered not to me,
Time collapsed beneath their gaze, erasing what could be.
I was asking for something, yet nothing came about,
Help me, time is bleeding through, see me, fading out.

See me, slipping free,
see me, never be.

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💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.

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Written by Matthew Tonks
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