Why do your memories worm through my mind
Like maggots in dead rotting flesh, the victims of this
God forsaken town; Heaven's Night was really hell, and I am
A bloody fingerprint on this mortal world,
Who is Mary?
Is she the voice within my head, an infection
Like "that damned disease"
Are her dead memories my nightmare
Reality, this place of damnation I can't escape?
So you're glad that I'm alive?
In this slaughterhouse, this prison of demons.
But why must I be second best to the deceased
Whose suffering runs rampant in my mind?
What solace do you hope to find,
In a place of destruction, in Silent Hill?