WHAT I DO:
I Book Local and National Acts/Shows I Promote Shows/Bands
I DJ EBM/Goth/Industrial
I Model

How can I save you all when I can't even save myself...Look inside yourselves, your souls are hallow. Oh, you want me to fill the void in a number of different ways. To Feel me, Fuck me, Hurt me, Love me, Hate me, Save me, Kill me. One way or another I belong to you...

I am everything...I am nothing..I am what you need when everything has gone astray. You are just like me, you are nothing...you are the victim for your compromises.

Let me take you down, deep into the dark. Becoming devoid of feeling in a sea of scars. Don't say I did not warn you as you burn alive.

I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout while you love to hate me for what I represent, the unforgivable unforgettable Monster who walks between the rain drops...a horror to the modern world as I wander these alleyways and streets of delirium. And through this I am what you want and what you need...I am what you love and hold and hate, I am what you fear. The Heaven in your Hell, the rush you can't control, the one that makes you whole. Addicted to sensations, addicted to this rush. But if I could take away your pain, would you have any reason to stay. I was never the one you wanted, and I became the one you would betray...I will be your lover if you promise to abuse me...and I'll strip you of your wings.

I crave those special dirty things we should talk about and someday soon I'll be that someone...Waiting for the chance to beat you...Drooling on the set to feel you...Blessing you with every kiss...Stitching up your emptiness

It's never the patient one who needs me, I'm the spoiled one who wins...I'm the addict and you want to learn. Egomaniacal, I laugh as you screw yourselves into oblivion

And it becomes so shocking where's yours sense? Don't you know I love you as we hate you so? My bastard loves and sycophantic affairs...the sickness adored by us throughout, and nothing more than fiction.

This is just a play and I'm just a player, watching the drama unfold before my eyes...waiting in the wings. For all the world is a stage and you my loves are not but the nails in my crucifix. So let's fake an answer for the curios, let's fake it all for the fame...for the pain. Living fairy tales and lies in camera flashed reality. A complex joke to your world of shades of gray and acceptiable compromises.

I enjoy the belief that somewhere in this world there is a balance, evil set in place with the purpose to reap good through destruction. As a Monster we enjoy the knowledge that comes with being a servant of chaos, vengeful through and through out the ideal of motive. So place hands on the Bible, scared like a child you watch... Homicidal, I'll tare down your idols...smashed them on the pavement, the crowd watches on, stunned in amazement as everything you made comes crawling back to you and you have to face the Monsters on your own

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