A/N: I was playing Silent Hill 4: The Room last night, and I absolutely adored it. I had to write a poem, because once I beat it, I’m writing a fic. The formatting and spelling and grammar are SUPPOSED to be screwy. You’ll get why…hopefully. Here you go!

blood screaming on the walls

shadows calling my name

scuttling nearby

whispers

is it my time to die yet?

cat and mouse and round and round

dizzy and drunk, high off of cheap dope

I think im gunna throw up

head hurts too much to move

why does everyone here want me dead?

every

thing is so

fucked up i think im looseing it….