Retrofitted personality given desire by need, food not being just for thought, it sickens (this SICkness) the muddy waters deep below the foot of MANkind, radiating a vibranCY that cleanses the incurable decay of the dead(-ying) flesh that strips itself from the skeletal frame that struggled to move forward with each drawn out step, a far cry from were we (you and I) once stood (do you remember? Do you still feel the touch before the world imploded? Do you still agoniZe over it all, even though this sickness) SICKNESS (robbed me of anything of who I once was, leaving a decaying shell that will forever remind you of a lost moment that you failed to grasp before it all came down around us) you and I….
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. View all posts by Matthew Tonks