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 who can’t get in.
She wants to begin again,
But destiny’s not her will
The nightfall has covered man
And house on his silent hill.
Categories:
silent hill, allegory, emotions, feelings, how
Form: Lyric
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 of woods
Their savage thorns
Ferocious, vicious
To every one they remind
Wild is wild never refined
For echo when I shout in hill
They come very dim and dull
Only hollow echoes, not any trill
But fills me with thrill
Red orange clouds before the sun
Twilight rays as blazing fire
Like cruel queen in the mirror
In angry mood with open hair
The ruler of that silent nature
Who captures all the voices here
Silent, silent, Oh silent hill.
All Rights Reserved
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari.
Categories:
silent hill, nature,
Form: Rhyme
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 its blade to you
Consume your core and aura till all that’s left is forsaken fear
Wondering the darkness for eternity, becoming one of them
Then you will have maternity of the devil
Evil spewing from his heart, infecting his veins
He is coming for you
Breathing death and thriving on others fear
A walking dead and mere satanic existence
Hungry for human life form
Wandering decaying dorms which once served a purpose
The metal blade screams along the floor boards
Becoming the darkness, its in you
Insane deformed creatures conjured by blasphemer mentality
Wander this town, it’s corridors, walls with blood written notes
Screeching through twisted throats
This small world sitting in constant thick fog
What was once familiar is now stained with devils blood
You had better hide now
It’s coming for you, It’s ready to kill
Welcome to Silent Hill.
Categories:
silent hill, fear,
Form: I do not know?
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
Categories:
silent hill, depression
Form: Quatrain
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)
Categories:
silent hill, introspection, philosophy, sad,
Form: I do not know?
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~
Categories:
silent hill, death, imagination, mystery, places,
Form: I do not know?