Silent Hill Poem by Katy Tuten

I sit apon a silent hill
Facing reality to see if it's real
All alone I sit and stay
Whatching demons tempt their prey

Angels wondering high above
They take them down showing no love
Tearing and ripping, blood drizzles down
Moving silently not making a sound

Raping virgin corpses as they turn to stone
I listen intently as they start to moan
They flee away from their kill
And sit apon my silent hill

I wrote this because of the horrors that go on all around us while we sit here watching and waiting for what will happen next when they come for us.