Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Jagged Pills Going Down

A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks

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Jagged pills are going down, cycles spin but I wear no crown,
a shielded mirror shows no face, its glossy lies now shown.
We even, we flow, we gestate form while bodies hit the ground,
we ride the shape we leave behind, a shell no longer sound.

Spoken words all said so wrong, a hole becomes a door,
an opening through books of flesh, their pages wet with gore.
We give our hands to chainsaw steel and swear we feel it not,
we are and aren’t in broken breaths, a truth we once forgot.

Grounds of dirt, soil red with blood, the price of what we poured,
wickedness bathed in gold, no sanity will be restored.
Sorrow isn’t worth the weight, with nothing left adored,
we sink below the nothingness, just a bug pinned to a board.

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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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