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 recipe…

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