Jewels on chains and beads of bone on leather hold the delicate line of pulsing energy that is the neck I offer to those who have understood my message and can fulfill my wants. Stones hang between my breasts and focus the quartz light of my heart outward to guide me towards the truth I seek and to blind those who would stand in my way. Take heed as the light of my living force rises from the grave as I will not decelerate nor change course as the steam within my boiler is hot enough to vaporize any naysayer who dares confront my wishes and whims.

Tattoos and fangs have etched my skin and marked the fights I have been a party to over my life and I dress myself with the oily richness of wrought iron and stainless steel as well as raw leather and furs of sacrificial beasts who allow me to share their force knowing that our destiny is to reign together after this life has be shed and shredded like snake skin behind us.

The swinging pendulum and the stationary piercings on my face are signs to be read and deciphered as hieroglyphics from my ancient history where we lived in silent stone castles with pillars carved with gargoyles  and colored with the black and grey droppings of bats and chimney swifts who rose like spirits from our dwelling and enriched our famished rage that kept us praying and exorcising the evil conformists who cheated their id by following the treadmill of mediocrity. These Gothic jewels that crawl up my spinal flesh are yours to admire but never to own.