Disclaimer
Please read: I do not rightfully own the Fatal Frame title or its trademarks. This is only a fan fiction series of poems. Some events, characters, and things portrayed are my own, others do not belong to me and are product of the company who created the game. TECMO owns the copyright.
Fatal Frame
My Morbid Benevolence
Poem Three
A Little Thing Called "Fatal"
Broken and vouched for deceit,
This little heart turns cold and white,
Painted from head to rotting feet,
This frailty no longer puts up a fight,
Too many times I have watched it go,
And way too many times has it stayed,
Sometimes it tells me things I already know,
And sometimes it tells me I'm betrayed,
Dark notions swimming out loud,
My silly little child, you are not human anymore,
It screams, stands tell and proud,
My favorite humor is a glamour gore galore,
Not my time, not her right to say when,
And the walls stand straight through you,
Couldn't it take its time, wait for this end?
And color my red hands with pink and blue?
Creative anarchists and diabolical pacifiers run,
Afraid that their views are empty,
Look at what this crazy pen has now done,
It's only left me with me...
I wrote a small note underneath the table,
I wrote it quiet and for real,
I wrote it to let you say, "Art is fatal,"
But art is all I can feel.
Any and all reviews welcomed
I can/may revise if needed
Next time: Her Dark Meets His Laugh
Thank you!