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.