Smile you cunt,
Bet you never thought we’d be back here,
Staring into each other’s eyes once more,
But the games you played,
The lies you told,
The way made me feel,
It was the perfect storm,
The perfect story to be told,
You asked for my attention,
You begged for my affection,
You twisted my smile,
You fucked my life,
The undertow pulled me under,
Leaving me numb,
Lifeless,
Empty,
Like your eyes,
As they stare at me from beyond the grave,
This was how we were meant to end,
This was how I am supposed to mend the damage you’ve done,
This is a start,
Not the end!
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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.
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