A creature made of sunshine, her eyes were like the sky.
Rabbit howls like something old, as we twitch to her lullaby.
The scalpel shines in God's sunshine, street lights whisper pain.
Down here near the poisoned stream, our god has gone insane.
Scream of the Butterfly - Acid bath
Current Residence: Long Island, New York
Favourite genre of music: rock& alternative
Favourite style of art: abstract drawing