Stereo sound roaring in my ears, discomfort disconnects the feeling that transcends fear is with what was, pittance for a morsel of insanity bathed in the winds of resentment, pacify the unbelievers with words suffocating the downtrodden, can’t you hear my cries? I’m being eaten alive by my own self loathing, hesitate me, fucking hate me, obliterating what is with what was and never could be, shadows of a mirror, believe in me, see me, hear me, suffocate me, believe me, kill me! KILL ME! KILL ME!
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