Deviations placed upon the path once travelled now only act as bitter reminders of catastrophic moments that you would soon forget, variations of images flash before your eyes showing you millions (UPON MILLIONS) of versions of who you could’ve (LIES COVERED IN LIES, YOU COULDN’T BE ANYTHING MORE THAN WHAT YOU ALREADY ARE!) been if you dedicated yourself more, violations of your own self by others scar your back and face beneath the flesh and across it, dissatisfaction turns into hate as those that hold ransom over your life slowly fall beneath your bloody footprint as you build your anger into a weapon guided by the voice of Christ, ignorance of the facts even when shown (REFUSE THEIR REALITY!), disgusted by what you perceive to be false truths (DON’T BELIEVE THEIR LIES!), unjustified hate (HATE NEEDS NO JUSTIFICATION!), destruction, retaliation, ascension, a sword by only one name, a sword named death!
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