Just a little poem I wrote back in high school, inspired by Silent Hill 4: The room. I do not own Silent Hill, nor any of the characters. Those are rightful properties of Konami.

302

There once was a man in 302

A room good enough for me or you

While he should have been happy, for the past five days, it could be not be

For there was something wrong with his apartment. Something that others could not see

From the inside the door was locked with heavy chains

It could not be opened, nor could the window panes.

The phone would not work, or the television

Room 302's occupant was lost, without a decision

Then one day something happened, quite out of the ordinary

A large hole appeared in the bathroom wall, the situation was rather hairy

Not knowing what else to do, the man grabbed a pipe and climbed into a portal

Without realizing that this was something not meant for a mortal

Where he ended up, he couldn't fathom

Was it a subway station? Or some kind of chasm?

Twas not long before he met a woman, looking for a way out

He agreed to help so that she would not pout

As they journeyed through the station

They saw things of unknown creation

Mutated dogs, bloody cadavers, even unfriendly ghost

All they wanted was to leave. It was what they yearned for most

Along the way they became separated

The man searched for his companion, exasperated

Eventually he found the woman in a bloody mess

She had been stabbed repeatedly, she would confess

He held her as she lay dying

His body screamed at him to start crying

Her eyes he closed one final time

And wondered who had committed such a horrible crime

The man soon awoke from an eerie sleep

The room was still, it made no peep

Had everything just been a dream?

No, because at that moment there was an ambulance scream

This is what happens when man should not go

To a world of monsters, decay, where spirits travel too and fro

Some say it's a void one can fill

But I know better. Never travel to Silent Hill.