A Cut Is Almost Medicated
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Appetites that are unkind, they pull the soul in threads,
Playful wishes woven in flesh, where dying laughter spreads.
Another decaying mess of sin, we swing and twist and pray,
We beg and bleed throughout the night, and curse the dawning day.
Purgatory in madness burns, we search for something kind,
Longing deep within the dark, a moment left behind.
Pleading for a fragile truth, catharsis lost in pain,
Broken in the process, we fall and rise again.
We reflect ourselves, the mirror torn from hell,
Shards sharper than the tongue, in silence where we dwell.
Cut the flesh, spill the spit, bleed the blood,
Swallow all that’s hiding, wallow in the mud.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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