Hypnotic Moon

Woke up at 3AM and something’s wrong,
There's an alert that feels off.
“Don’t look at the moon,” it said,
Confusion running through my head.
Thousands of messages flood my phone,
"Look at the moon, it's a sight you'll not forget."
I want to peek, but I resist,
The warning is hard to dismiss.
(What if I look?)
(Is it a trap?)
(Should I be scared?)
(Why won’t they stop?)
Look at the moon, now my mind is saying,
But because of the fear I keep delaying.
Who’s behind this moon I shouldn't see?
What will happen if I agree?
The moon calls out to me tonight,
Pulling me towards its light.
(Is it safe?)
(Can I trust this?)
(Curiosity pulls)
(Will I regret this?)
I text my friend,but no other reply,
All they say is "Look at the sky."
My heart is racing, fear sets in,
Something’s wrong, where to begin?
The moon’s shine is hard to ignore,
The glow’s calling me to the door.
I’m curious, but scared to know,
The moons allure keeps to grow!
(Why is this happening?)
(Do I dare to look?)
(Will it be worth it?)
(Am I being fooled?)
Look at the moon, now my mind is saying,
But because of the fear I keep delaying.
Who’s behind this moon I shouldn't see?
What will happen if I agree?
The moon calls out to me tonight,
Pulling me towards its light.
(Am I too curious?)
(Is it worth the risk?)
(Why is it so bright?)
(Should I step outside?)
I turn off the phone, walk to the glass,
The glow outside- I can’t bypass.
I open the blinds, I peek outside,
The moon’s so bright, there’s nowhere to hide.
It’s beauty is all I see,
Pulling me in hypnotically.
My phone buzzes, but I don’t care,
The moon’s glows and I just stare.
(Is it really that beautiful?)
(Can’t look away…)
(Am I making a mistake?)
(Why does it feel so right?)
Look at the moon, now my mind is saying,
But because of the fear I keep delaying.
Who’s behind this moon I shouldn't see?
What will happen if I agree?
The moon calls out to me tonight,
Pulling me towards its light.
(Should I stay?)
(Do I follow through?)
(Is it worth the fear?)
(Moon’s calling me…)
I send one last text, barely a word,
"Look at the moon," it’s all that’s heard.
My thoughts fade, I’m drawn away,
The moon’s taken hold, I can’t stay.
(It’s beautiful…)
(Can’t stop staring…)
(Is this the end?)
(Look at the moon…)