Silent Hill: Dismember The Days

Poem 5: Alessa, The Child With A Past

Your life is riddled with cruelty.

Your entire existence was a fraud.

Your soft touch was explained as brutality.

Your mother used you to birth a God.

Your hope was overturned.

Your smile was vacant.

Your body was burned.

Your name was forsaken.

Your death was futile.

Your son was a demon.

Your face was vile.

Your anger was teeming.

But, you'd get your vengeance at last.

Alessa, the child with a past…

END: POEM FIVE