I am not your beginning.
Yet I am your end...
Trapped in this room
This dark damped place...
The perfect sound of her untamed violin
Sinking into the night's most direful silence...
See the light of the moon.
Feel the pop in your bones...
Logical problems
Not reasoned by science...
Calculations are zipping through his mind,
as he watches her go by...
Rotting flesh infused with the twisted nerves of...
Blended perfectly with burning steel and wire...
*I went with a different form of Acrostic. It's...
Disease of Young Ones...
The Portrait
A man commissions a portrait...
I wanted to be different. Special
humble origins, watchmaker's son...
Whats that creeping in the night?
swaying screaming giving me a fright...
So far away,
Into the void we are cast...