Puppet Nurse

A poem about the Silent Hill character - The Puppet Nurse

Pray on my weakness, sisters of suffering...

These halls are an abyss of clinical darkness

Shrouded in cold mists of nothingness; the promise

Of a bloody demise is enticing; a playful addiction.

 

Metallic glints of flickering flashlight

Against the hollow sides of your steel pipe,

Light the darkness; let the torture race begin.

 

Am I losing my grip on reality, or did it let go

Of me too long ago...?

Something is fading; but red drips through the mist.

Do I really want to leave?

Author's Note

Play Silent Hill or you won't understand this!

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I've played Silent Hill, but think the few times I went to the hospital tripping my nuts off...... make this more "familiar" to me. lol I Love, and enjoyed more than I thought I would, the tease about torture, and how you respond to it in your poem!! ....your last line. Don't leave!! : ) Write another one before you go. I Like you like this...... xoxo -Mark

[KatDarkness]

Thank You :) I really appreciate your comment :)

[Matthew]

Those nurses always did annoy me in Silent Hill. Also pretty damn scary when you weren't expecting them.

[Eric Cox]

Cool write, imagery and impact penned well, nicely done.

[Rob Santana]

Very cool indeed .........