The Twisted Roads Of Matthew Tonks
'Journey to a place, where all his nightmares, become your reality…'
Cranky carnivorious beast,
ripping,
tearing,
breaking its way in,
chewing,
biting,
stuffing it all in,
I freeze with fear,
as I watch it feast,
my god,
how where does it find the room,
and now we’re cursed,
with a sugar high,
I never knew being a parent,
on Easter morning,
was such a pain in the arse!
Close your eyes,
and ignore the pain,
sleep,
the eternal sleep,
rest,
for you are free,
released from this place,
from your pain,
so close your eyes,
go on,
and go forth,
step forward,
step out,
where you end up,
heaven or hell,
will be measured by your life lived,
your payment,
your final judgment,
now scarred by my blade,
twisted in my darkness,
for I am the sinner,
and you are my victim.
Minutes,
seconds,
counting down,
waiting,
watching,
deciding your fate,
your life,
my hands it sits,
held,
gripped,
tighlty,
look at the clock,
watch the hands,
tick-tock,
moments leading to one place,
one design,
your timely demise,
so prepare yourself,
because nothing is what you can do,
for soon your time will run out,
and then I’ll be coming for you!
I hear them,
in the walls,
talking to me,
telling me their lies,
stories of darkness,
of controversy and death,
I listen to them,
I tired not to,
but it’s better to give in,
than to try and hide,
for in the end,
when it comes for me,
I want it to know,
I know its name,
and,
I am not afraid.
And as the beast rised before me,
I gazed upon it’s massive form,
and I knew true horror,
its teeth were many,
its eyes were black,
its skin was decaying,
its hands clawed,
and its stench,
well,
it was overwhelming,
ano as it looked down at me,
it smiled,
how long I have waited it said,
the key to its salvation was found,
in me,
its destroyer,
or was I,
just it’s helpless victim?
I know your name,
I always have,
like instinct,
written in my sin,
my soul,
marked since my creation,
before that,
I am the weapon,
created to be your undoing,
do you dare find me?
do you dare come?
and will I,
be strong enough to stop you,
once,
and for all?
Slithering in the dark,
immersed in its stillness,
it moves,
unrelenting,
wanting,
needing,
to feed,
to digest,
all that we are,
all that we could be,
all our sins,
for what we are,
and,
for what,
we will be.
