walking through these halls feels like
stepping through the unknown
with the scent of sirens implying
dangers that i cannot pinpoint;
too fearful to talk to anyone in sight,
will they entrap me in their lies,
will i even know it?
everyone has the face of another.
are you who you say you are?
the face of a friend draws closer,
but i resist.
they look different,
something about their face?
now i see everything in color;
everything feels right as i step towards the siren.
how could i have been so blind?
all i see when i
look at them
the "friend" takes me in their grasp,
its startling, yet
i lose myself in this state of euphoria
as my trapped self attempts
to pull me away from this