ok...first the story of the poem...I started writing it last year April 23, in a boring math class... mostly it's inspired by Tim Burton's and Poe's work... it not finished yet cause I stopped writing for about 4 month when a friend of mine died... I had an agreement with another "artist" that we won't create anything for a period of time...so here's the first episode, sorry for my mistakes... I didn't take the proficiency test yet...

He stood so small and scared
He knew he cannot be saved
The feelings that he felt
The way the darkness smelled
It cannot be described
The only sure thing, my dear, is this: