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?