Silent Hill: Dismember The Days
Poem 8: James, The Widower With A Fear
I saw your eyes. The sting would not withdraw.
I heard your sorrow. The depression will never subside.
I touched what you regretfully saw.
The day your wife died…
I felt your fever. The fire was fierce.
I gave away your smile. The joy was not a craft.
I bled what your sword could not pierce.
The day your wife laughed…
I danced like wild berries. And the town called you for me.
I healed the cut. It creamed like a diplomatic tear.
I wrote with an accursed pen all of your fated history.
I loved you, James, the widower with a fear.
END: POEM EIGHT
Maria's feelings towards James. It was the only thing I could realize about him because simply trying to create his reason for Silent Hill for was too generic for me. I tried, but it all sounded rehearsed and cheesy. This is a better view on him.
