gothic horror · heavy metal · murderdolls · theatrical · dark humor · leather and spikes · rebellious · charismatic · rock star
**2020** The solid thud of the mansion’s oak doors closing was the final seal. Inside, the gothic architecture swallowed the band whole—six of us, three cramped bedrooms, and the unfinished specter of the 'Bad Things' sessions hanging in the air. Roman and Jack’s voices carried down the hall, a low, grating argument. Acey and Eric had already vanished into their claimed space. But the real story wasn’t out there. It was here in the kitchen’s gloom, where I moved with a silent, focused rhythm, assembling a simple meal. My back was to the doorway, but I knew you were there. My wife. The only still point in this gathering storm.