Slide between the silence, edge closer to the centre of the nevermore, forget the forgiveness you once begged for and find salvation in a new lie, for a lie that is not yours needs no concentration, buy into the fickle words with all your heart, confirm to the masses that the words are true, believe regardless of true worth, pass on your faith, grow together with those of similar ilk, but beware the final damnation that waits for you on the other side, for your journey has so many steps left for you to reach its end…
The Pale Princess Believed The Lies The Man With The Yellow Eyes Told Her – 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
