Silent Hill: Dismember The Days
Poem 7: Michael, The Doctor With A Briefcase
You held it with extortion.
And the snow was distorted.
A world you knew was evil…
You were a medical rarity.
And had a niche for idiosyncrasy.
A man with no concern…
You scorned an already hurt nurse.
And the child you saw was burnt.
A secret you kept hidden to yourself…
A portrait of serious things…
You ignored the pleads, shun the face.
Michael, the doctor with a briefcase.
END: POEM SEVEN
(Note: how I create is based on playing the games and taking notes on the characters. I want these to be as real as possible, but Michael was an extremely difficult one. Sorry if it wasn't so great. I truly tried. Also, I used big words. I have all of the SH2 and SH3 poems written, and most of the SH4. I will include a dictionary upon request if the words are too confusing. Thanks!)