When Peoples Faces Started Melting

When peoples faces started melting, it frightened me.
They'd never melted before. But I gazed at friends, who turned foreign. Whose nose dripped and eyes popped, whose ears twisted and whose mouths vanished, and it scared me. For it was another thing, like the night vision, that was slipping away.
It still scares me sometines, when people disappear from my sight, blending into the amethyst dark. But now, I've got more used to it.
I always wonder how much it will take. And if my face will melt too. In truth, I don't know. Or perhaps, I will remain
Solid.