Disclaimer: I do not hold any rights to Silent Hill. Period.
A/N This poem is based on the movie. I don't watch horror movies and I have been quoted as saying "I hate them" so when I fell in love with this movie no one was as surprised as I was.
Growing Hatred
Never again will my heart
Be torn,
Locked deep in my chest where hatred
Is born.
Tragedy masks the face of
My foe,
But the heart remembers what the mind
Cannot know.
Do not beg for forgiveness, I will
Give none.
Your sins borne against me cannot
Be undone.
You have no protection from hell's
Cleansing fire
My swelling hatred builds your
Funeral pyre.
You will pray in vain for death's
Black embrace.
Prayers go unanswered when you wear
Evil's face.
You cannot give back the
Innocence lost.
Therefore you're chosen to pay the
Final cost.