Spread me open,
tear out my heart,
leave me dying,
where else do I start?
For the end of this life,
is not an end at all,
it’s only a change of ones skin,
and a new chance to fall,
you see,
in this bitter place,
we are so many things,
we play so many roles,
that over time we find it hard,
to recognise who we really are,
so raise your glasses high,
and down the vile liquid down,
it’s time for me to start again,
and work my way back down.
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Published by 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, who dreams 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.
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