The atmosphere changes
So does the temperature
so does my face
I see a room of faces
A sea of things
that look just like me
Nose, eyes,
hair, lips
But none of them look like me
None of them are me
I don't know what I am doing
I turn to leave
but the doors have all been locked
There are no windows
I feel the heat rising
The faces multiply
I can't move
So I stand
in the room of faces
and I wait
Wait for something
perhaps nothing
to save me from the dread
that my reality may be
the future of everything