Vanity in the Thorns

A small place where dreams and delusions come for dirty liaisons run within a private hollow among the brambles. I am but one of many dreams to wear flesh in this transient state of summer rains and succulent peaches of immortality. I Hope to find that which I lack before I snap against the tides of fate that lick at my ankles on the moon drenched shores of Transylvania. Fear me. Love me. Do as I command and I will be your Slave.

Theme by: Heloísa Teixeira
Base by: Jahrenesis