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I wrote this 8 years ago when I was really in to Silent Hill and I was doing a lot of writing based on it.

The static air clings to me
Like electricity, it runs through me
Please make these photos stop talking
They are too many voices, too much sadness
I guess the engine won't turn
Can't we stay just one more night?
I feel it in my heart and head
Like a puppet, I feel the strings tug softly
So I'll follow them down, down deep
Is the water rising, or am I sinking?
When the time comes, will I remember how to breathe?
No...I feel fine, but why are we here?
That bold red cross, I can smell the sickness
Wheelchairs roll by, pushed by invisible hands
This doesn't feel right, this is not my place
But where are we now? I can smell the forest
The sound of water against the rock
The wet smell of dirt and fog
This is it, my place in a silent heaven
The leader I follow turns to me now
His skin blood red, his knife unending
He turns to me and sets me down
My sins abolished, my rest I've found

A.Wynters

Reviews

[Michael G. Smith]

Love it! The mood is one of surrealism mixed with a soft edge of fright wading into an unknown. I'm a big gamer but never played Silent Hill, perhaps now I have a reason to check it out.

[Audrey Wynters]

You should, as games go I think it offers some of the best stories. Thanks for the review!

[Afraa]

Goodness this is epic!!! I enjoyed reading every word of this.

Looking forward to reading more from you!

[Audrey Wynters]

Thank you so much! I am happy to hear you enjoyed it.