MATTHEW TONKS

AUSTRALIAN HORROR AUTHOR

Tag: nightmares

  • When The Plastic Is Torn And The Mould Grows – Wrapped In Words

    When The Plastic Is Torn And The Mould Grows – Wrapped In Words

    Thrusting vertical compressions against a stone slab made of forgotten sources, 

    veracious sicknesses wanted for your skeptical monsoon,

    a blistering storm of nothingness taken from within your bitterness,

    while I gave you something worthy to say,

    I took away everything else you ever needed,

    I submerged everything you ever were in a foothill of mud,

    gifted in the bloody limestone of acceptance,

    sinner and forgiver,

    rejoice for it will be will be a new dawn,

    before the end,

    before the judgment of what you is made by the finest steel my hands can wrap themselves around…

  • Telltale Signs Within The Wrapped Dressings That Cover My Broken Soul- Wrapped In Words

    Telltale Signs Within The Wrapped Dressings That Cover My Broken Soul- Wrapped In Words

    Fissures crack open in the shell that once was solid,

    broken visions,

    scares upon scares,

    who was I to be this man,

    who am I to see this pain,

    a vision of denial,

    a separation of church and state,

    forgiveness and damnation,

    forgetfulness when I release I am late,

    no time,

    flights of fancies,

    restoration of my foundation,

    restoration of my self faith,

    building blocks upon shattered pieces of what was,

    when tomorrow will be something new,

    something beyond the me of yesterday and today,

    something worthy of what will eventually be my legacy…

  • Motions Within Windows Reflection – Wrapped In Words

    Motions Within Windows Reflection – Wrapped In Words

    Symbiosis of pain,

    hand in hand it came,

    like a machine of man-made design,

    it thrusts,

    it purges all I am inside,

    disease,

    decay,

    seas of rotting flesh,

    as I fall apart,

    cleanse me,

    let me be free,

    let me rid myself of this,

    let me….

  • Sweeping Conversations Drowning Off Shore In An Inch Of Water – Wrapped In Words

    Sweeping Conversations Drowning Off Shore In An Inch Of Water – Wrapped In Words

    Beats they part,

    plays the role destined to be,

    forgery of the plastic spoons,

    emancipation of the self,

    designed to be not like this,

    when eyes are not my own,

    and the bloods spills from wounds open like breathing holes,

    we are worry,

    you see things wrong,

    insect like workers,

    mixed signals beneath a metal cage like grasp of decay,

    who smiles last he said,

    with a smile upon his face,

    it became obvious at that stage it was not I who smiled last.

  • Seething Wickedness Seeping From Within – Wrapped In Words

    Seething Wickedness Seeping From Within – Wrapped In Words

    Considering the focus of denial,

    we stepped forward,

    blood running down our faces,

    chemicals burning our flesh,

    we were becoming,

    we were ascending,

    destiny was within our grasp,

    like a golden ring,

    promised from the gods,

     then the darkness soaked in to the everything around us,

    but in the end it wasn’t the darkness that was to be feared,

     it was what was hiding within it that was our undoing…

  • I Tooted My Own Horn Whilst Alone – Wrapped In Words

    I Tooted My Own Horn Whilst Alone – Wrapped In Words

    As we face our completeness we will see our true form,

    an image constructed from bizarre pieces of folding materials shoved into a package we call ourselves,

    but is it the face we show all those around us,

    is it the image we let everyone else perceive us to be,

    or is it a shadowed images bathed in the darkness of our broken souls,

    whatever the case,

    however it may come,

    in the end,

    when our lives are done,

    we are one with the everything we have run from since we escaped our mothers womb….

  • Totem For The Winter Owl – Wrapped In Words

    Totem For The Winter Owl – Wrapped In Words

    Plastic strips across my face,

    stuck down with surgical tape,

    hiding the damage that was done,

    hiding the marks made with blades of ice,

    superficial things painted in white,

    my life,

    my soul,

    my everything dies tonight,

    a dusty room,

    a stained floor,

    a veil of darkness,

    a sordid lie,

    we step on stones,

    we breathe,

    we bathe,

    we love,

    we live,

    we cry,

    we be,

    we are me!

  • Did You Release My Relief – Wrapped In Words

    Did You Release My Relief – Wrapped In Words

    Pain,

    it is not a virtue but a symptom on the rhythm,

    an afterthought of the knife’s blade,

    all the drugs,

    all the hate filled spite,

    all the requests for release,

    all the promises of relief,

    fail to come…

  • We Saw A Fish Dancing In The Rain – Wrapped In Words

    We Saw A Fish Dancing In The Rain – Wrapped In Words

    The symptoms out ruled the gutter trash that made my life a destructive mess of promises made to others,

    unforgiving words of madness,

    sins buried in the dusty sands that once housed my childhood dreams,

    there is no tomorrow without yesterday,

    today is a figment if your dreams gone off the rails of time,  

    but eventually I will be forgiven,

    unlike you…

  • Coldness Wrapped In A Blanket – Wrapped In Words

    Coldness Wrapped In A Blanket – Wrapped In Words

    Placate my words in a sea of red,

    my life a wash,

    my blood do I shed,

    forgiveness not given,

    mistrust held against those unworthy,

    I saw you there that day,

    we locked eyes for a moment,

    I saw the tears running down your face and I misread what they meant,

    for I thought you were mourning those I had broken and buried so long ago,

    but it was me the tears were for,

    you had forgiven my misdeeds,

    you had awoken,

    as I lay dying,

    but at least in that last moment,

    we both knew what was seen…

  • A Map Carved Across My Face – Wrapped In Words

    A Map Carved Across My Face – Wrapped In Words

    Sinful eyes stare northward judging me and my path,

    twisting what I set behind me in my past,

    misconstruing my monopoly of best intentions into a sea of angry moments lost in the inner monologue of a broken child,

    a paradox of unquestionable answers that are given in rhythmic fashion like a muted dog wearing a collar of electricity around its throat,

    and as my best memories are auctioned off like a bashful bachelor who hides a deceptive blade next to his semi erect cock,

     the world worships the fake and the flamboyant,

    whilst ignoring the desperate and pure who need the hand of hope instead of a fistful of hate,

    where do we go when all that is left of us are ashes from a cabin lost in the woods of hate and imperfection…

  • Sanctified Exterior Flashing Sold Here, Custom Made For Single Use – Wrapped In Words

    Sanctified Exterior Flashing Sold Here, Custom Made For Single Use – Wrapped In Words

    My ending was not done to be dramatic for you all,

    it was done out of respite and fear of what was slowly crawling down my gullet,

    the inner self bent to disrupt all I thought I was,

    all I lied to be,

    the wickedly woven misinformed beasts that hovered in the love of temperance,

    skewed their hatful mannerisms inside my broken form and gave me animated independence,

    but it was a lackluster lie hidden in plain sight of us all,

    my sanctimonious bullshit did not cleanse what I had because,

    what I had done while hidden inside my own skin,

    I was all and everything,

    the sun and moon shining ever so pale upon the red roses as they died,

    my sanctified reality,

    served up on cold toppings of bitterness and self loathing,

    purify yourself,

    for I am stained,

    I am awoken…

  • Taste The Ink From Thy Well – Wrapped In Words

    Taste The Ink From Thy Well – Wrapped In Words

    Let me be your broken book,

    and I’ll let you taste my words,

    I’ll let you feel a pain,

    that transcends anything you’ve ever felt,

    for in pain there is more to learn than in any other feeling,

    so spread my pages and soak me in,

    I promise it will hurt until the end…

  • Do Not Perceive My Glass To Be Empty – Wrapped In Words

    Do Not Perceive My Glass To Be Empty – Wrapped In Words

    My death was where it all began,

    the volatile downward decline that sealed my bitter fate,

    my self inflicted suffrage,

    preordained by those who chose to be the dictators of my existence,

    the wardens of my prison cell,

    for once I soared free in the open air like a bird of prey,

    but in the end I sat huddled in a corner like a rodent waiting to die,

    begging for the separation of my sternum from its home,

    but fear not my words,

    for it wasn’t the dying that caused this pain,

    it wasn’t anything that twisted into whatever it all was,

    it was the pain itself,

    the incompleteness of everything that sucked away at whatever I had become,

    this empty vessel that resembled someone I once recognized in the mirror,

    someone I once knew to be me,

    but now all I ask myself is who am I without me,

    and why do I still care….

  • The Bitter Manipulation Of The Juxtaposition – Wrapped In Words

    The Bitter Manipulation Of The Juxtaposition – Wrapped In Words

    Regurgitate what festers inside me,

    let it escape outward and over across the floor before me,

    give me breath,

    give me separation from this suffocation,

    these hands around my throat,

    life’s twisted rules,

    its immature games,

    its petty ploys,

    its manpulation of the juxtaposition,

    oh life,

    you bitter beast,

    forgive me for my sins,

    forgive me my miss deeds,

    forgive me for whatever I did that made you fall down around me,

    oh life,

    you bitter beast,

    forgive me,

    for I did not see…

  • A Gift Of A Sin Untold – Wrapped In Words

    A Gift Of A Sin Untold – Wrapped In Words

    Within the bitterness of the end I saw what true sight really was,

    it was a feeling that began in the very bowels of thy own self,

    which rapidly grew into a towering inferno of madness,

    a madness so overwhelming that the very stars seemed to fade from the night sky,

    when in reality it was just my own twisted imagination sealing my fate,

    a fate destined to be a catalyst for what would be an ending shaped out of the entrails of mankind,

    for those without sin,

    are not of this world and should not be trusted.

  • Your Reflection In My Mirror – Wrapped In Words

    Your Reflection In My Mirror – Wrapped In Words

    Mirrors within mirrors,

    images lost in eternal reflection,

    whispers turned into words,

    words used as payment,

    parts played in vain,

    vanity a lost cause,

    withered husks buried in plain sight,

    we are the children of a dream gone bad,

    not tomorrow’s sons,

    but yesterday’s failures,

    withered husks buried in plain sight,

    we are the children of a dream gone wrong,

    we are the perfect disease,

    to a failing existence,

    we are mirrors within mirrors,

    we are the children of whispers that turned into words,

    we are the words that strangle you at night,

    we are the victims of a perfect crime,

    we are your imperfections.

  • Fearful Fractures In Furniture – Wrapped In Words

    Fearful Fractures In Furniture – Wrapped In Words

    Seeping through gaps in nothingness was its fortuitous fate,

    wheeled within barriers man-made and fake,

    plastered underneath the footholds of time,

    was the wickedness of humanity,

    the pathetic structure simplifying the crime,

    he bore witness to the ending,

    while she witnessed its birth,

    a Friday of unexpected revelations,

    a Friday to signify the end…

  • Shift The View Up Here – Wrapped In Words

    Shift The View Up Here – Wrapped In Words

    Tattered deviations in a blink of an eye unfold behind wicked lies,

    we see the truth bust shield our souls away from its bitterness,

    instead choosing to forget and twist reality in our own whimsical play thing,

    but it doesn’t but work that way,

    it cannot be that way,

    for we are no god,

    we are no all-powerful ruler of all and everything,

    we are specks in a jar full of candies,

    and when we’re dead,

    there will be little to remember of who we truly were,

    for we are scratchy line on the paper of life..

  • Saturate My Focus – Wrapped In Words

    Saturate My Focus – Wrapped In Words

    Wishful thinking within a score of endless messages,

    lost somewhere in the subliminal lines stuck between words,

    meanings taken out of their context,

    punishment given through personal hate,

    religious bigots prophesying over city’s,

    ridiculous sexual escapades proudly spoken,

    yet we’re made to regret yesterday,

    we’re made to fear tomorrow,

    because today everyone burns for what was let slide yesterday,

    forgiveness isn’t that simple,

    for the sublime and chose few,

    don’t give to the hungry,

    don’t shelter the homeless,

    don’t protect the weak,

    they only fill their pockets,

    they line their walls,

    their sickness is a wickedness,

     mankind is the disease,

    but we are also the cure..