It

I walk down a lone road. It's cold and dark. The crisp night air, Pulling me further from reality.

You call me, concerned, And like a ship drawn to its lighthouse, I turn to face you.

But theres another. More enticing. Further away for the real world.

It calls out for me. And like a sailor bieng lured by a siren, I turn to face it.

It has no eyes. It has no hair. It has no face.

And yet I'm not scared. So I take a step. To hear it's song. And drown deeper, In the big black sea of stars above.