Secluded signs masked in a battery of hate and shit, misshapen scars beneath the flesh that wraps around my tired bones, liberal explanations given for a lie that was far from perfect, satisfaction be damned in this insignificant proclamation of whimsical variations, signs shorn in the flesh with blades of steel, forgive the turbulent journey, let the seal release as the door beneath is given tenure, and the new suffering is identified, for though this flaccid flesh lingering morsel may be what has escape into the next chamber, it is far from what will remain after…
They Say It Whispers The Truth You Want To Hear Before It Devours You Whole – 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
