Sleep, baby, sleep, hold your breath, don't listen to the things that creep, quiet your heart, under your bed and in the night deep, pray it will stay away one day...sleep, baby, sleep....
Her hands so cold...her skin so grey, grey as the snow, grey as the clouds drifting through the winter air...so cold, so grey, but it isn't time to go home...she keeps walking.. (Dorothy Lang)
(5 years and 3740 days ago)
very nice use of source.. good luck (admire the attention to the knives)
Great job on mood & lighting! Perspective suffers a bit because the source woman is an up shot & we're looking down into the baby's room...
If I didn't need therapy before... I think I need it now... LOL.. great creepy feel and the poem throws it over the top... great job author
great!!
Great mood, but i agree about the perspective, it shouldn;t be too much of a problem though. Good luck!
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yoea it is great job....look like some fairy tale with dousable and it is fill with horror too...high rate (:
I love the lightning! And just the whole idea. Creepy and lovely work Good luck!
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