Just an old street punk chick, who remembers when things were real, when that was good, and when it actually meant something.. looking for like minds, those still in the scene, keeping it alive.. (old school Punk, Oi!, Goth, Hardcore, Rocka/Psychobilly, Metal i.e., thrash, doom, heavy, death/black, melodic, etc.), but I respect talent regardless of genre, and also find love in Nordic Folk, classical, blues, some classic rock, and some old country artists.. think Hank, Cash, Loretta.. life for me is all about music.. nature.. and when time allows, writing… not interested in games or youngbloods who’s first message is to ask if I want to hook up.. I’m kind.. but I’d eat you alive and lick my fingers afterwards... so please don’t approach me in that manner.. being respectful and honest are my only requests.
Forgotten Vows ~
Trapped in an unwanted, fractured, and lonely void.. I long for escape.. the freedom to exist again.. I wait for darkness to fall, so I may breathe once more... There, only in the velvety black, can I be alive.. while my outer self silently screams for the only touch it has known in years, in this broken bond, now so vast ..I wonder ...if my touch will be the last caress I will ever know.. I shut out the thought, choosing instead to drink in the sweet nectar of imaginary lovers, as darkness beckons ...a tender touch as soft as skin caressed, as gentle as lips barely kissed. Alone, I feel you in the sanctuary of my mind’s pleasure..
