Show them simple pleasure (PLEASURES!), give them simple pain(PAIN!) sarcastic infidelity wrapped in twisted lies that are tethered to unwarranted glances of lustful imaginations, feed them simple words (WORDS), tell them simple lies (LIES), tell them through unending nightmares that are painfully sown to their flesh like badges of honour, follow their simple rules (RULES), to show them a simple end (END), for tomorrow’s problems are brought forward into today like a DeLorean out of time looking for a way to save today in its yesterday (SAVE OUR SOULS, ONE TWO THREE! SAVE OUR SOULS, ONE TWO THREE! SAVE OUR!)
Wrap Your Twisted Hands Around Your Throat (AND SQUEEZE!) – Wrapped In Words
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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
