A picture is worth a thousand words.
Words of flame that will consume.
Burn my sight and burn my brain.
If my pictures don't subsume.
I dance in the flames.
I speak to the darkness.
I rage.
I burn.
I remain.


Finished piece :)

Original art by Stephen Gammel for “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark”
Tattoo by Scot at The Collective


(via thehijynx)


Fun Fact - when I worked for Howl-O-Scream in a haunted house that had a nightclub theme, this was one of the four songs on the looping soundtrack. For three years I’d stand in a dark corner of a hosptial room covered in blood and guts with a dead body on a stretcher while this song played on a loop and scare countless people who had to walk through my area.

Between scares/when the line would let up the house would collectively fuckin’ just groove because the soundtrack to the house was fuckin’ rad as hell

Fun fact, I was briefly in this house until someone went to HR to complain that I was sexually harassing them with a chainsaw. No idea who or why, being creepy with a chainsaw was my fucking job that year.