Silent Hill: Dismember The Days
Poem 12: Angela, The Domesticate With A Search
Angela, I am your face.
I am the wings moving you.
I am the chronicle of torture in this place.
I am the Hell you went through.
You cannot erase me.
You'll never leave me behind.
I am everywhere you'll be.
I am always in your mind.
The cuts will not empty it.
The blood will not kidnap this.
I am the breath you'll be with.
I am the crust off your lips.
Angela, I am the nails on your back.
I am the eagle to your perch.
I am the grave to your heart attack.
Angela, the domesticate with a search.
END: POEM TWELVE
As I write more of these I can see how much more complicated they are becoming. As the series progresses the characters are much more in depth and mysterious. I did this one on the suicidal Angela from the P.O.V. of her actual hunt. She only lives because she is looking for her family.
