Silent HillA Poem by Christopher AngelSilent Hill never fails to invoke a sense of foreboding and fear. I wanted to capture the hopelessness one might feel when trapped in this town.A red mist is flowing Lost in the fog a brewin' The walls all close in around me They echo my name, voices of a memory Stole my heart and kept it hidden Locked in there, a place forbidden
The bridge is broken, it leads nowhere The voice has spoken, “How shall I fare?” Walking into the mist with dancing shapes With a clammy kiss, my soul was raped
Buildings stand tall and hush Atop this hill where hope is crushed Red eyes on red bricks The words on them play devious tricks
The shadows, shadows Are alive in Silent Hill The meadows, meadows Where I left my heart on the churning mill
The words chase me Turn the corner and the wall faces me Trapped here without the key This town will not let me be!
The thrill is gone, it was time to go Turn the gun, I force my will But as time began to slow I knew Silent Hill would not let me go © 2013 Christopher AngelFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on July 19, 2013 Last Updated on August 1, 2013 AuthorChristopher AngelSingapore, South East Asia, SingaporeAboutWriter Poet Bodybuilder Gamer more..Writing
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