The Fog Consumes

This thick mucky mist controls.
The devil holds the key to perception.
The world is covered in a blanket few can see through,
everyone musters up the courage to peak out, into the dark night sky.
What does one see here?
One must know of blindness before they know of sight,
one must know of fear before they know of courage.
We all must stand to face this monster.
The monster lurks in the shadows, watching, judging.
This is your worst fear, incarnated into one being.
This fear is unlike anything you've ever experienced.
It will eat your soul if you let it,
it will devour your body and keep you there forever.
Go looking in the mist of the devil for something, and you'll never come out.
You will be trapped forever in this silent place.
The hell that awaits you is eternal, and complete,
The mind's perception is shattered here.
You can see only what you produce, what you believe in,
the monsters are projections of your own fears.
The blood in this town is putrid, it smells of rust,
Industrialized and mechanized.
The eternal everlasting trap is sprung again,
if you wish to leave, you will do as you are told.
Let this town lead you to your freedom, or let it trap you,
Will you be here forever?
Will you be alone to wander in the streets of this cursed place eternally?
Or will you starve your emotion,
will you starve the fog itself?
Let the fear disappear; slowly dissolve into the murky deep.
Take away that fog's source of power; your emotions.
Let the fog starve until it dissipates.
Lift the veil from this town forevermore,
leave Silent Hill as you came, with these emotions.
Push open the veil, and disband this place.
Don't let this fog consume your soul......