Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
She was 15 when she first posted on this site
32 now and a lot had changed...
Carve me a smile my creator
Give me a warm loving grin...
Merrily sings
Of macabre things...
Bathing in the alluring grace
Of the radiant summer sun...
Oh holy man tell us
Plead for us today...
Forever Halloween |
You can’t tig your butcher |
We are children of Nero |