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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 © | Year Posted 2005




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