Silent Hill
I discard the other
And everything he believed
I whisper wrath, continue to laugh
I’ll never be deceived
A wakeful statue
A devil of my own
I reflect my lies, steal their eyes
So my face is never shown
I dream a reason
A purpose to dispose
I sing for death, focus my breath
Forge up an ending no one will know
A cloak of poison
Wrought from the pain that crafts
Empty minds, demon designs
The dead don’t see what they have
I wake the silent
A lonely road I walk
A painful place, empty distaste
The silent begin to stalk
A night of demons
Another fading scream
My angel stands, but voices demand
“You need to wake up, you’re in a dream”
(Inspired by the silent hill games and soundtracks)
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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