Twisting Turns

It twists and turns. It laughs and lies. It closes and opens. It tricks and cries. For the twisting lies, It's all of deceit. It eats your fears. It revels in your defeat. Corridors aplenty. Colourful and dull. All turns are a left. So many, so null. It is what it isn't. To confuse is its nature. It simply follows what it doesn't. Will you believe such a creature? It hurts and heals. All turns are a right. Hallways lined with impossible patterns. Be careful not to lose sight. Who are you? Or what are you? Do you know it at all? Do you know what you should do? It Is Not What It is. Such a terrible being. It Is Not What It Is. Careful to hide from the all-Seeing. Do you see that door? It has always been there. Come now, it's rude to ignore an invitation. And it is quite rude not to share.