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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

Your reflection,

A bloody fingerprint on this mortal world,

The Otherworld...

 

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?

 

 

The End

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