EternalNecrosis
Collecting dust
What if all those forgotten dolls were really alive? Every wooden carving a vessel for a soul. And just like a child they craved attention.But as cruel as fate would have it,they had none. What if every day of collecting dust, they only became stronger. From wood to flesh, and from flesh to reality. Days of longing,would now be turned to hate. The twinkling of a music box to send shivers down your spine.
Blog- fleshriddenkisses.blogspot.com/2015/01/collecting-dust.html
Collecting dust
What if all those forgotten dolls were really alive? Every wooden carving a vessel for a soul. And just like a child they craved attention.But as cruel as fate would have it,they had none. What if every day of collecting dust, they only became stronger. From wood to flesh, and from flesh to reality. Days of longing,would now be turned to hate. The twinkling of a music box to send shivers down your spine.
Blog- fleshriddenkisses.blogspot.com/2015/01/collecting-dust.html