Head to toe, I am laced with bones. Chalked in white, their places known. Count my vertebra, trace my skin. Let the breaking of osseous matter begin.
; an anachronism aged twenty years, containing an archaic soul.
"It's a perfect night for mystery and horror. The air itself is filled with monsters. "
Gazing at the Visage & Lover
Original Works & Tales
Lift the Sheet
Your fingerprints are all over who I am now.