Like a supernova clawing at your ying,
The power of your heart comes from the words we sing,
As the moments fall down around our heels,
We break down the walls not on what it is but how it feels,
Scuba diving in the endless forever,
Making every moment last for ever and ever,
A brilliant flash of light,
A self guided fire burning bright,
And end and a beginning in the same moment,
A birthing of commitment in the waters of atonement,
For tomorrow’s horizons see what can be,
On the back of the beast they come to take me,
But no ones going to take me alive,
I will be the only one to survive,
Like a supernova clawing at your eyes,
I will be all that survives!
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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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