Silent Hill: Dismember The Days
Poem 20: Walter, The Murderer With A Spoon
My terrorism is authentic.
Your pity is pathetic.
Trust no one, I lived well.
Only kill them, I made Hell.
The enticing fairies gave me immortal wings.
I became the infamous king of kings.
I was able, I was great.
To you my next, This I dedicate…
You will be my impaired beauty.
You will depart before little murderous me.
I was abandoned, I was forgotten.
Mommy, I never did know where you were going…
My story you will love.
I will write it to fit us like a glove.
Injury, It was my loss.
Decay, You need more than floss…
You wise philanderer, you!
You soft soldier, you!
I've watch you in room 302…
I know you watched me do what I do…
Don't go out!
Walter, the murderer with a spoon.
END: POEM TWENTY
Yummy
Realize that I have yet to beat SH4 because now I am on the Prison World the 2nd time… when I beat the Forest World the 2nd time I thought I was through with that bastard and his damn shooting and clubbing, but imagine my blood-curdling scream when I left the elevator (Eileen still badly hurt and limping around) to see his gun barrel at Henry's chest. I freaked, threw the controller and shut the game off… I am waiting to get gameshark codes before I attempt that one again… I can usually beat a game, but because I screwed up and spent all of my health items and let Eileen be neglected on the 2nd Forest World, my fate is sealed. There is no way I am starting over after I finally beat the 2nd trip to the Forest World… Hell no! So, if Walter's poem seems a little repetitive and possibly slightly off, I apologize. If I made a mistake, let me know! Revisions are wise!