Silent Hill
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2006

 

A town so Silent,
It's Silent Hill,
In the Silent Hills,
Lies an Amity Ville,

Not with retarded people,
But still mentally Ill,
Religious fanatics,
That prey and kill,

Dolls and Mannequins,
Monsters with slimy skins,
The Darkness is around us,
But evil never wins,

Go to the church and pray,
In the end of days,
Apocalypse is here,
And all evil goes stray,

A witch burned on fire,
With power which you admire,
Fear turns to hate and desire,
Lier Lier Lier . . .