MY STORY:

I left the old version of me behind when the doctors found a large decaying tumor growing inside me that made me feel like I was in a horror story. But I survived (100% all good I promise).

That experience made me realize that my crazy dream to become an artist needed to happen. I finally listened to the voice inside my head (and heart) and left the career that I spent 8 years building and walked away from everything I was supposed to be.

Now I'm actually doing it. I'm becoming an artist, thankfully with my family, fiancé and dogs cheering me on. I'm becoming something Darker. Louder. Realer. Happier. Deadlier.

I’m VH Burton.
I’m writing my debut thriller. I didn't expect this journey to change everything. But it did. I can't stop the art that it unleashed from my bones. It won’t stop.
 I won’t stop.

I can't stop.

I’m covered in dog hair, half-sane, discovering my love of metal and darkness.
I’ve never felt more alive. This is hell and I love it. It’s mine. And it’s f*cking beautiful.

This is for the dreamers. The tortured ones. The relentless. The 2AM writers. The storytellers. The artists who can't stoppppp because creating is like breathing.

Welcome To my dEScenT.
Let’s get dead f*cking serious.

SCREAM IT!!!! WITH ME.

YOUARENOTALONE.