My mother beat me.
My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
the ambulance,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
looking up,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"
She cried.
Current Residence: Shoreview, MN. Favourite genre of music: Adult Alternative Favourite style of art: Digital Painting Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: ITunes Personal Quote: If you don't do your best then why bother?
Favourite Movies
Princess Bride
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Shinedown
Favourite Writers
Edgar Alan Poe
Favourite Games
Left 4 Dead 2
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Photoshop, Lightroom, Corel, ZBrush, In Design
Other Interests
Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Reading, Vampires, Werewolves, Digital Art, Photo Manipulation, Star Wars