Making Mine Something Wrong
It was darkness,
it was void of light,
I felt it,
I touched the space in between,
and was then pulled back,
to this place,
this place of feeling,
of pain,
I wanted to go back,
I needed to,
but they kept me alive,
on machines,
doing what they thought was right,
when I all I wanted,
was for them to let me die.
Sign up to The Twisted Roads of Matthew Tonks to stay up to date with all the latest news and to get free books as they become available.
Share this:
Matthew Tonks
People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.”
So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.
