A View Given to Something Sold
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
The road to redemption is never cast in gold,
the rocks are hard, unfeeling, cracked and cold.
I spoke of songs once sung in times of old,
lost in the past no trembling hands could hold.
Lies in the eyes of many still remain,
fractured fairytales that never cross the grain.
My works deceive me, echoing my pain,
scars under flesh where silent truths refrain.
A painted smile wraps gifts that bleed anew,
place me beneath the tree for death to view.
A figment carved in stone that once was true,
pray that my stories never come for you.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
—
Written by Matthew Tonks
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