Bleed into the void of madness, fill the cup with your sadness, escape the risks and tribulations of your incompleteness, throw all you are into the emptiness, let it manipulate YOU, as they fornicate YOU, while I suffocate YOU, as you let it lubricate you, while I penetrate you, as you masturbate YOUR! So change the soulless gaze that stares back into your miserable eyes, cleanse the pallet of sadness inside with their many cries, burn the innocent along with the guilty for it matters not which dies, all that matters is that mountain they build for you climb to reach the prize, as you regurgitate ME, they all alienate YOU, while I strangulate YOU, as you let it lubricate YOU, while I penetrate YOU, as you masturbate YOUR!! We’re stuck together like a scissored sickness, begging to a lord who doesn’t exist for forgiveness, you bare yourself to the darkness, hoping the beast inside will complete your journey into my madness, let it lubricate YOU, as I penetrate YOU, while you masturbate YOURRRR!! Let it lubricate YOU, while I penetrate YOU, while you masturbate YOUR, WHILE YOU MASTURBATE YOUR FUCKING EMPTY SOUL!!
A Pittance For Your Lies Wrapped In The Legs Of Another Bitch – Wrapped In Words
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
