Passive voices rage inside my twisted head, screaming back and forth commands, instruction and plans, for something disturbingly chaotic is brewing, something dark and violent, colours, red, painting the sky before our eyes, wickedness, self-sacrificing superficial ARSEholes full of lies twisted in their deluded minds, deceit, rejoice, cleanse the wickedness, lay down with the sick, diffuse the light of belief, and bury the faith deep, SAINTify the heretic, reward them for the suffering they bring, hold their words as BIBLEfication, crucify the undeserving, destroy the spirit of this travesty called humanity and, move onto whatever intelligent life form walks in their place next!
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