Kiss me one last time,
as I throw you in the pit,
where you’ll rot like the rest.
Only in my mind will you be like you were –
pretty and sweet,
with a smile so wicked,
you broke hearts with a look,
but you came to the wrong place.
You made the wrong man bend,
but I’ll add you to my spank bank,
when I’m alone in my bed –
remembering the things,
that we did and what you had said,
as I bruised you and slashed you,
as I shattered your head,
you looked right past me.
You spoiled my soul,
so I broke you,
I killed you,
I made you my doll.
by
SlasherMonster Magazine 
Freaky great poem that satisfies all monsters’ dark sides!
Scary doll and knife — you have way too much fun 😀
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Matt’s poem did all the work! The inspiration imparted by creative works grant me the ability to envision graphical representations.
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So diplomatic, darling. Your talents speak for themselves. 💓
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Yipes! Perhaps I’ll think twice about making my man bend. ~~dru~~
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Wise decision, Dru baby.
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Just the other day I was reading a sweet story/poem that Matthew wrote for his kid. And now this. He is a man of many moods and talents.
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I agree! We’re lucky to have talented contributors for SMM. It certainly makes the magazine fun to read.
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Always beware of the last kiss!
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The wrong man! It says it all. However, who likes bending?
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Haha! I certainly don’t enjoy bending. I usually break before I bend. 😀
Have a fantastic week!! xo
~PR
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Thank you, enjoy your week xx
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Reblogged this on Matthew Tonks' Twisted Roads of Madness and commented:
From the deepest darkest parts of our mind, come the thoughts of control, the wish for power, the desire, to make all the world ours, and everyone to be, our dolls, this is from somewhere around that place, visit SlasherMonster to venture somewhere deep and dark, for, it’s where they haunt, that part of your mind, where you dare not go, waiting for you, to mistakenly set foot, to, become, theirs….
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To bleed or not to bleed
Only ones knife knows for sure
The ice pick
The pitch fork
Finds its way
Into ones hole
Pain is secondary
Drinking Blood is the only true thirst
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