Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Tag: prompt

  • Comatose Celestial Beings Slowly Drowning In Their Own Bile

    Comatose Celestial Beings Slowly Drowning In Their Own Bile

    Forked tongues tell wicked lies on a bed of silhouettes drawn on the back of your eyes,

    Majestic illuminations flash across the sky hidden within the stories whispered in the dark,

    Designate your flavour of life as the wind is sucked from your sail and blown into another’s,

    Misery created to tear the life from the limbs that once housed strengthens unknowingly endless,

    Pride dictates a suffering bound in the shape of whatever its victims needs to see,

    Congratulations child of meat for your moment to shine has come,

    So don’t look away or ignore the fact that this is happening and that you are nothing more and nothing less,

    For you,

    Are nothing…

  • What Is It Worth To Them – Wrapped In Words

    What Is It Worth To Them – Wrapped In Words

    Sedate my hate,

    I plead ignorance,

    I seethe acceptance,

    I desire nothing,

    Yet I require everything,

    Poisonous simplicity,

    How these words are now defining me,

    So come and sedate my hate,

    The rigor mortis has already set in,

    Even though life is still within,

    Frozen for what it’s worth,

    Trapped in the self,

    A broken machine,

    A nothingness,

    Sedate my hate,

    All the things,

    Everything,

    Everyone,

    Anyone,

    Nothing can sedate my hate…

  • Sin Painted Red – Wrapped In Words

    Sin Painted Red – Wrapped In Words

    You harness what was once a musical note used in repetition to create a tune known gloriously across this land and you rescind its meaning with your twisted design,

    Wash those hands but know they can never truly be clean,

    For you are just a stain of a human being,

    Rot you will in the hole of damnation,

    Fornicated by all those inside,

    Plundered and killed for the pathetic little man you are,

    A protector you should have been,

    Not the violator you became,

    Just be thankful for what little time you have,

    For it it was me who was standing before you casting judgement,

    You would surely be no more than a bitter memory,

    Cast into whatever hells exist after this,

    Not being favoured for the things you did beyond your sins,

    For a sin,

    Is a sin no matter what colour it’s painted!

  • A Game Hidden In Diseased Flesh – Wrapped In Words

    A Game Hidden In Diseased Flesh – Wrapped In Words

    Petrified,

    Rewired,

    A poem rewritten,

    A will challenged,

    My words were never enough,

    My wishes were never granted,

    I gave what I had,

    And it was couldn’t fill the mould,

    It couldn’t end what was,

    And as the world pricked its ears and listened to the words of a never more,

    I knew somehow that what I had could protect my tomorrow,

    Yet my tomorrow was not as simple as letting time pass,

    To get beyond today I had to sacrifice some of those who would’ve my greater tomorrow…..

  • Those Who Would Be Me – Wrapped In Words

    Those Who Would Be Me – Wrapped In Words

    As I slept,

    My sanity subsided,

    Replaced with a empty vessel,

    Void of emotion,

    Where I ceased to be me,

    The me I became freely flaunted the deception,

    Myself,

    I,

    And me,

    Gave light to the darkness that had swallowed my everything,

    And allowed it to be,

    But unlike those of religious ilk that squandered their lives on a lie,

    I built a lie upon a truth,

    A truth that allowed itself to die,

    For the narrows of wisdom I stole,

    Only filled in the hole I had dug…

  • Burn Them All! – Wrapped In Words

    Burn Them All! – Wrapped In Words

    Perpetual silence in a world made only of sound,

    Stifle my air flow with heavy hands around my throat,

    Sacrifice the goat to she who is one,

    Fornicate with the child who is growing into an adult,

    Hold out your cross,

    Preach words of faith,

    Sin with your desires,

    The future you do rape,

    A land full of fools,

    Making choices for us all,

    But if it was you,

    Or your child,

    Would you?

    Could you?

    Burn them all!

  • Fearful Fractures In Furniture – Wrapped In Words

    Fearful Fractures In Furniture – Wrapped In Words

    Seeping through gaps in nothingness was its fortuitous fate,

    wheeled within barriers man-made and fake,

    plastered underneath the footholds of time,

    was the wickedness of humanity,

    the pathetic structure simplifying the crime,

    he bore witness to the ending,

    while she witnessed its birth,

    a Friday of unexpected revelations,

    a Friday to signify the end…

  • Shift The View Up Here – Wrapped In Words

    Shift The View Up Here – Wrapped In Words

    Tattered deviations in a blink of an eye unfold behind wicked lies,

    we see the truth bust shield our souls away from its bitterness,

    instead choosing to forget and twist reality in our own whimsical play thing,

    but it doesn’t but work that way,

    it cannot be that way,

    for we are no god,

    we are no all-powerful ruler of all and everything,

    we are specks in a jar full of candies,

    and when we’re dead,

    there will be little to remember of who we truly were,

    for we are scratchy line on the paper of life..

  • Saturate My Focus – Wrapped In Words

    Saturate My Focus – Wrapped In Words

    Wishful thinking within a score of endless messages,

    lost somewhere in the subliminal lines stuck between words,

    meanings taken out of their context,

    punishment given through personal hate,

    religious bigots prophesying over city’s,

    ridiculous sexual escapades proudly spoken,

    yet we’re made to regret yesterday,

    we’re made to fear tomorrow,

    because today everyone burns for what was let slide yesterday,

    forgiveness isn’t that simple,

    for the sublime and chose few,

    don’t give to the hungry,

    don’t shelter the homeless,

    don’t protect the weak,

    they only fill their pockets,

    they line their walls,

    their sickness is a wickedness,

     mankind is the disease,

    but we are also the cure..   

  • Beyond The Doors Of Home – Wrapped In Words

    Beyond The Doors Of Home – Wrapped In Words

    Wash away the mud and blood,

    wash away the sin,

    hide away this face we wear,

    so they will let us in,

    how time can change what we are,

    but home is always home,

    and we become ourselves again,

    the one selves they’ve only known,

    so put away the knife,

    put away the axe,

    put away the Halloween mask,

    put away your lies,

     for our true selves,

    the ones we hide,

    the one we suffocate inside,

    they run free,

    they come out,

    they are we,

    and we are me,

    but only when we’re home.

  • Lengthways – Wrapped In Words

    Lengthways – Wrapped In Words

    The child sits chained in the middle of the room,

    crowd around and take your turn,

    cut the child,

    let him bleed,

    bathe in his blood,

    wash in his seed,

    drench your needs,

    be cursed and forgiven,

    be empty then compete,

    sacrifice a child without sin,

    and repeat forever again,

    for there is no escape,

    without a sacrifice,

    an elixir of forever,

    blessed in a sea of red…

  • A Few Puddles Of Moments – Wrapped In Words

    A Few Puddles Of Moments – Wrapped In Words

    Warriors four were we,

    linked as one but born as many,

    we few,

    we many,

    we friends,

    we lived,

    we witnessed,

    we bore things into existence that time will hate us for,

    but we four,

    we few,

    we many,

    we friends,

    we mirrors of one,

    we will live again,

    and again with each new recital,

    with each new word,

    they will remember us for the destruction,

    and in that,

    we will forever live,

    when the river of time runs dry,

    the few puddles that remain,

    will still sing our names…

  • Sickefracture – Wrapped In Words

    Sickefracture – Wrapped In Words

    Revive the beast for it is needed,

    as this words tumbled like an uncoordinated child on a towering slide,

    the closer it comes to the final dismount,

    the greater the fear collects in its being,

    the  joy,

    the  fear,

    the  unprecedented display of life unknowing,

    so revive the beast and let it come play,

    for tomorrow,

    yesterday and today are moments,

    memories and never will be’s..