The riddle twists, reality bends,
Paranoia whispers, makes perfect sense.
In the labyrinth, I lose my way,
Truths unravel, yet I’m led astray.
If my essence is tainted, a venomous thread,
Let the shadows feast where I dare not tread.
My thoughts drift in realms unseen,
But my path in life, so stark, so clean.
Isolation calls, a siren's plea,
In the crowd, I’m no one—just me.
