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A fan tribute to Silent Hill. Dead Souls is a story idea I've had recently based on the events that happened in October.
I used a few pieces of art to build this and would like to thank ~Mizu1, ~rawrrrr-321, and ~jealouslungs, as well as the person who took the tub photo. I also used brushes by ~Falln-Brushes, ~AnnFrost-stock, ~Volpy, ~DriftChaos, ~Grungy6669, ~tioem, and others.
The only piece that I can take credit for is the girl's photo. Read my blog for the details on that. I also will be making a blog entry detailing the symbolism in the picture. Check that out if you want to know what this picture means. If I missed giving someone credit, I apologize. Please don't hesitate to let me know if you see something that belongs to you, because I am only responsible for combining, rearranging and corrupting the components in this image. I did not create the parts themselves.
I used a few pieces of art to build this and would like to thank ~Mizu1, ~rawrrrr-321, and ~jealouslungs, as well as the person who took the tub photo. I also used brushes by ~Falln-Brushes, ~AnnFrost-stock, ~Volpy, ~DriftChaos, ~Grungy6669, ~tioem, and others.
The only piece that I can take credit for is the girl's photo. Read my blog for the details on that. I also will be making a blog entry detailing the symbolism in the picture. Check that out if you want to know what this picture means. If I missed giving someone credit, I apologize. Please don't hesitate to let me know if you see something that belongs to you, because I am only responsible for combining, rearranging and corrupting the components in this image. I did not create the parts themselves.
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Peering through a tarnished mirror that is exceeded by its own image
The wails of the abandoned echo from the behind the palace of tortured glass
Memories seeping through the cracks, in a scarlet flow coagulating
Upon the steel bed where a blackened corpse stiffens in the cold room
Chained down to its place of unrest by its own addictions
You set the hooks into yourself
You bound yourself to your suffering
Melted it down with all your pain
Then plunged it deep through your veins
And the life inside you was ripped out with your own bare hands
Fed to the wolves and buried under the sand
In a desert of lies, you wander
Ignoring the oasis in favor of apathy
You took your pills and claimed to speak to the dead
Weaving spells of drama that existed only in your head
In a darkened room the wails grow louder
Coming from the infinite tears of one discarded
Its tiny hands clenching at the blades of its liberation without consent
Nameless, it watches through a blood-streaked window
At the dead souls that shuffle by to an overflowing purgatory
Waiting in line for eternity and knowing the horrors to come
It sees your face through that dirty glass and the look upon its face
Is far more a punishment than even hell could conceive
The wails of the abandoned echo from the behind the palace of tortured glass
Memories seeping through the cracks, in a scarlet flow coagulating
Upon the steel bed where a blackened corpse stiffens in the cold room
Chained down to its place of unrest by its own addictions
You set the hooks into yourself
You bound yourself to your suffering
Melted it down with all your pain
Then plunged it deep through your veins
And the life inside you was ripped out with your own bare hands
Fed to the wolves and buried under the sand
In a desert of lies, you wander
Ignoring the oasis in favor of apathy
You took your pills and claimed to speak to the dead
Weaving spells of drama that existed only in your head
In a darkened room the wails grow louder
Coming from the infinite tears of one discarded
Its tiny hands clenching at the blades of its liberation without consent
Nameless, it watches through a blood-streaked window
At the dead souls that shuffle by to an overflowing purgatory
Waiting in line for eternity and knowing the horrors to come
It sees your face through that dirty glass and the look upon its face
Is far more a punishment than even hell could conceive