Reverberated images lost in the erratic nothingness of perpetually rearranging characters that never have real names only incoherent roles that are never defined, regardless of intention there is no attention to detail as this twisted mind continues its downward spiral into a world only it can truly understand, masks worn not out of choice cut out of necessity because this is the only thing that remains of who or what you are, a disgruntled voice in the darkness of a nevermore that shows no forgiveness, languish in this copy of a world you will never know for in its shape filled curves I am YOUR KING!
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