FIRST poem from my SILENT HILL: REMAINS
Placed my OC's view
Serves for prologues for my work in progress...SILENT HILL: REMNANTS
This is in the perspective of Alexis: THE PSYCHIATRIST
A very religiously driven, prison shrink shrouded in narcissism, pondering her reason for living.
I DO NOT OWN SILENT HILL!!
No Shame
We keep secrets, everyone is human
There is no shame in what we ignore
There is no shame in what we forget
We heed mistakes, everyone is human
There is no shame in what we see
There is no shame in what we feel
Is there shame in anything at all?
Not when we are human
Not when we are alive, but maybe when we are dead?
