Silent Hill Poem

Feeling the chill within my bones

But I don't feel the cold as I walk the deserted streets

Of this almighty so called ghost town

My just wanders and then it just goes

Leaving my paranoia at a fevered pitch

The ghost of my wife haunts my wellbeing and my dreams

She seems so real but yet I never see her

I hear her beautiful voice but yet I can't hear her

Now I can't tell what is a hallucination or what is actually reality