Abuse me like it’s what you were put on this earth to do, own my pain as if it is your child, build my senses with the terror you create from each punch, from each kick, from each wild hit you drive into my broken form, show me unfolding ecstasy lost with the outer limits of unending agony as you promise with lies untold of things unkept, give me darkness instead of light, fool yourself into thinking you are all, convince yourself everything you are is because of you, ignore the fact that I am the one who controls everything you are, turn a blind eye to the truth and keep yourself in the dark, for that is how I like you, for that is how I want you to be..
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