Silent hill

crawling up the barren wasteland

the cold hill

wind brushed his face like cold fingers

roots stuck up like hands

the roots entangled him, cutting his legs

he started to freeze

the cold air crystalized his skin

a deceased girl lay on the hill

pain, attack, bloodshed

waking up from the dream

staring out the window in terror

he spied that barren wasteland

the lonely, the undisterbed, the silent hill