So I recently started playing Silent Hill, and now have a slightly unhealthy obsession with all the grusome creatures within that town. Here's a poem about The Great Knife.
A blade rapes mortal flesh; encased in filth, and
Blood weeps through the stitches.
Mutilate the weak with violent desire and
lust for killing; you hold the
Fate of sanity in your bloodied fists.
Town was defiled; left to decay
Beneath the mists, obscuring minor
Panic attacks; but what's a bit of brutallity
Between us freaks?
Distorted beauty is the kind I love
And loathe; your elusive weapon is my
Yearning; yearning for death and deep, dark
Graves for eyes.
I want to flay the flesh from your warped persona
With the Great Knife you once held high.