Wickedness was a thing hidden from my self, twisting and turning inside my own head, days turned into weeks as I played by their rules, while my inner self stewed in juices created by mankind’s stiffening salvation, it wasn’t until I questioned the silence as I lay dying did I find out the answer to all of my questions, the answer to my fate, salvation was not ours to be given nor earned, salvation was a word created by a jealous child punished by the only parent they ever knew, we stand in this place, we created our own rules, we created our own delusions, we created our own misery, this life was, this misery was of our creation, this life was, these self suffering rules were of our own retains, this life was, this life was never meant to be, was never meant to be, never meant to be, meant to be! MEANT 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