mikory-fire

The room is dark and I hear the light and soft steps made by his white feet of puppet walking on the floor of the corridor. The door creaks and I can feel those eyes hypnotic look into the darkness of the room ... He wolks slowly into the room and I know that now that he smiles in his strange way, with that childlike smile, with that smile from homicidal maniac, cute and terrifying at the same time ... As his eyes. Those beautiful, horrible, huge eyes blacks and schiny. Those eyes huge and red. Those eyes of glass where I mirrored confused but attracted by something unknown to me. I could see myself in them, my memories that slowly dis

The room is dark and I hear the light and soft steps made by his white feet of puppet walking on the floor of the corridor. The door creaks and I can feel those eyes hypnotic look into the darkness of the room ... He wolks slowly into the room and I know that now that he smiles in his strange way, with that childlike smile, with that smile from homicidal maniac, cute and terrifying at the same time ... As his eyes. Those beautiful, horrible, huge eyes blacks and schiny. Those eyes huge and red. Those eyes of glass where I mirrored confused but attracted by something unknown to me. I could see myself in them, my memories that slowly dis