painted by Soulstripper on deviantArt.

Her description:This may or may not have something to do with Eat Me Drink Me, an album I never quite finished listening to, or with the night-time experiences of my sick and paranoid imagination. Or, simply, with the way I feel. This isn’t about death or murder, for once, but I’d better not say anything else, as anything related to blood and innocent little girls in red shoes sounds way too bad to be mentioned out loud.

I’ll let you figure the terrible things out.

When we run from something, scared as hell, sometimes we run straight into the arms of something almost as bad, and it is bad in such a soothing that we can hardly stay away, and so we keep on coming back… We, that is, the damaged little girls.

“Please don’t tell them, Mister. About those terrible things.”