That familiar feeling

I've been around. Seen these guys before.
Just a bunch of familiar faces
with long hair in unnatural colors
and beards and shark shirts.

These same old dancing shoes:
not yet retired.
They've lasted
longer than I can remember.

Yes, I know everyone here.
It seems so much like home,
so comforting--

am I all alone?
They touch my skin,
transfer some to me, and
then escape. They leave me.
Destroy me.

Oh I am alone.
There's that familiar feeling.