VanityCrush's

About me

Dearest Guests, Many of you know me as VanityCrush, but many of you also know me as Stevan King. To those of you who don't know me at all, let me fill you in on a little bit of information about myself. I am 19 (nineteen) years old and I currently reside in the beautiful city of Greenville, South Carolina. It's nice here, but it's nothing compared to the atmosphere back home in San Jose, CA. I started making music a while back, and I was getting very good at what I was doing. Then everything changed. Things got bad in my life, people walked in and people walked out.

I've been through hell and back again. I've walked through many a storms and I'm still alive. In light of these events, I have decided to spread my knowledge about life through the best thing to me - Music! There is no better outlet than to be able to write, compose, and create a work of art that comes from deep within your soul, that you know has meaning to you. I want to be able to touch the lives of many, and show people there is light on the other side of the dark. I've made plenty of mistakes in my past, but it's only normal. Life didn't come with instructions or a "how to" book. So you live and you learn. You make due with what you have and what you can. I intend to improve my life by following my dreams and doing what I love to do most! I intend to inspire people; show them that if I can follow my dreams, and become something better then so can they! It just takes a little bit of preservation, courage, integrity, and strength!


You may say that I'll never be anything, and that I'll never make it. But to judge my path before you walk your own would be a mistake. Personally I feel that even if it takes me a while to get anywhere, or if I don't make it anywhere... At least I can say I tried.

My work

As the shards of glass fall from the mirror, I take a look at what I've become in this life. Everything has changed; for the good, or for the bad... I will never know. Bleeding fire through every open pore in my body tells me that it's not too good. I look into my reflection from the broken pieces on the floor and I can't help but see every image of my life. I think to myself, "is it worth it? Or should I just let go?" Feeling everything inside like insects crawling underneath my skin lets me know that I am alive just because I can feel the pain. The only outlet I have is to write... Write whats on my mind, and try to get everything down so that it's not in my head. The only thing is, no matter how much I try to write these things down, they end up fading into my journal as if they are bleeding deeper into my soul.