Silent Hill: Dismember The Days
Poem 13: Eddie, The Outcast With A Conscience
I smoked a pipe of evictions.
I was consumed into teases.
I was freed by 1,000 convictions.
I dream with devils and demons.
They all poked fun at this slob.
I was left with repelling pity.
I was destined to wine, relieved to sob.
I was running to this town from that city.
Bodies, oh, the bodies they fall around me.
I can only spark an ill thought.
As I spasm in this liable sea.
A knife, a revolver, build up hate, what do I got?
A recipeā¦
I wasn't there. I'm not involved.
I'm not the one. It's not my fault.
I established a row of mysteries.
I smothered the basin, the human lisp.
Bodies, oh, the bodies they fall around me.
Eddie, the outcast with a conscience.
END: POEM THIRTEEN
