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My Silent Hill

Zane A. Murray

Every morning I wake up 6 A.M.
Moon still out as if it be a clear gem,
Darkness in my room, same as the night,
This place I live, just isn’t right.

Outside of my head, leads to the mill,
That holds and stores nothing but thrill,
Mist and fog lays upon the streets,
Nothing to notice but my bloody sheets.

Monsters walk the streets during the night and during the day,
Limping and crawling on all fours, demons I must slay,
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