Silent Hill Poems - Poems about Silent Hill

In the town where shadows creep, Silent Hill, where secrets sleep, Fog descends, a shroud of dread, Over streets where lost dreams bled. Whispers echo through the night, Ghostly figures, pale and slight, The air is thick with tales untold, Of anguish, fear, and the cold. A girl named Lila, brave yet shy, Ventured forth with a...

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On mourning and silent hill There is black and sadly house The time as the devil’s seal on doors and I look in south I’m trying to find the hope The way in the future’s light The house just stands in dope It seems like in endless fight. The nightfall will cover all The house and man within The nightingale starts to call for someone...

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Speaking To The Silent Hill A silent hill and sleepy soft wind Tall moist woods all around Rain just stopped and silence ruled Fainting weather deadly gelid No sounds here except my voice Your silence is a great surprise What is the mystery of this hill? Appearing creepy, lonely and ill Wild grass gathered in crowd Round, round all around Very dreadful these little guards...

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The darkness is coming It’s coming for all of you You can’t play from it, it will seek you out The fiends translucent complexion, its skin is so thin Thin enough that the black liquid within its veins are seeping out Dripping to the corroded floor, eating straight through It will sense your trepidation and drag itself and...

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I stand up on a hill of what used to be home Everything is filled with darkness Even when the place that I used to call home I called the one I loved in all of this and got no answer in the darkness...

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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...

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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...

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