Beginnings
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Slowly, towards her side, towards the woman she swallows, visions of darkness, within your mind, monster is what you are, monster is what you do, so many crevices inside, so many holes, made by time, so many things people have shoved into a different world, be better, be more, be able to see that I…
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Countless times, I attempt to count, moments lost in minutes, seconds, and days, a touch, a kiss, a fleeting glance, memories that were once burned to my synapses, but like all things, they were born to die away with time, so now I sit here as everything falls, reading words on paper written in pen,…
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Before the end began, there was only I, everything, was mine, as far as my eyes could see, as vast as my imagination allowed, but then they came, vicious little things, they wanted what was mine, ravishing the lands, taking, insects devouring a rich, ripe peach, I fought them, I killed thousands, but still more…
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Shit, fucking falling apart, pieces mean nothing, all over the place, what the hell, is this for real? One thing after another, ripping apart, digging deep, dirt, a hole, gasping for breath, swallowing, suffocating, dragging beneath, going, under. Sign up to The Twisted Roads of Matthew Tonks to stay up to date with all the…
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Sledgehammer bursting through, bones giving in, collapsing underneath its force, shattering against its face, two strikes and they are mush, what once was beautiful, is now unrecognizable, you showed my shame, now I show yours, from the inside out. Sign up to The Twisted Roads mailing list so you stay up to date with all…
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Paid in kind, separation, assassination of the senses, retention, dragging back, the darkness’ grip is too strong, its call too powerful, the allure of its touch, the coldness, the burn, forever, mine, I am, forever, until the end, if that ever comes. Sign up to The Twisted Roads mailing list so you stay up to…
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It grows, the wickedness, outside my door, like a weed, so many times I’ve tried to kill it, but every time it comes back, stronger, fiercer, taking more and more, strangling the light, I’ve tried so many times to kill it, this self contrived suicide, but you can’t kill, what was never alive. Sign up…
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Unknown things, back and forth, through the minds-eye they birth, tearing from my head, escaping into my bed, of lies, disenchantment, unattached, weaving wickedness, betraying eyes, darkness bathed in blood, sins born, tomorrow, a new day, tomorrow, we begin again. Sign up to The Twisted Roads mailing list so you stay up to date with…
