Violent Hill

Silent Hill meets Violet Hill

She staggers, mock-intoxicated, legs half-broken,

Knees stinging with filthy scabs. Down the hill she falls like an angel into hell.

Thorns of faded winter roses tear at her skin like the claws of the devil,

Sensitive and pale, she falls, and bleeds among the ragged flowers.

 

Insects, antennae twitching with seizures of bloodlust,

Embedding themselves like jewels into her open veins.

Pierced by beetles, raped by fear.

 

She stumbles on, half-dead,

A starless night, a relentless pain rips through her deadened heart.

Better off dead, or punished through living?

 

Chains, fences, electrocution, fire-starter, pyro-goddess,

Bleeding in sacrifice, a shrine to the demons of Violent Hill.

Author's Note

Feel the fear!!!

Reviews

[Fréyjä Helv..]

this is mad... the description and expression painted a clear picture... It is felt clearly... the fear is there definitely

[Rob Santana]

I feel the fear,I feel the fear!!!haha. I like how it feels!!!! Damn if you were to add a chorus these could probably be some killer death metal lyrics. amazing...