Fight! Fight! Fight! Tear the flesh away as you reveal the hidden thing beneath the skin, a monster who’s here only for me, awash in the blood of a wasted life, can’t you see, this is me, standing before you with arms open wide, free from decades of malfunctioning binds, projecting my image across the skies, masking my truths in your lies, painting messages across the empty walls of your mind, leaving my mark across your face, can’t you see, this is me, standing before you with a knife in my hand, can’t you see, this is me, wanting to take back what you have taken from me, can’t you see, can’t you see, this was me, this was my forever, this is my knife, this was yours life, because this is a fight! Fight! Fight! This is a fight! Fight! Fight!
Separation Of A Classification Lost Within Stifled Mourning – 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
