Scary Silent Hill
This house has been here a hundred years
And yet nobody sees my tears.
Monsters lurk in all the halls
Everywhere there's bloodstained walls.
This place is a nightmare and I can't get out
Finding survivors is something I doubt.
It's raining outside but inside it's foggy
Outside my room is an inside-out doggie.
The only weapons that I own...
Are a pick, an axe, and some sort of bone.
I can't get close enough to kill
The monsters out there, they find it a thrill.
Some days I feel I can find my way
Other times I'd like to stay.
This place is full of memories passed
I don't know how long I will last.
This is where I was born and raised
By the monsters, never phased.
I am exhausted, dead on my feet
Surrounding my room is living-dead meat.
But I have got to face my fear
Up until my final year.
This place called Silent Hill is hell
And how to leave...I'll never tell~
Copyright © Kristina Rudisill | Year Posted 2005
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