Of Hermit and the Absence of Light

It all went south again
But this time it’s for real
You’re heading north
The instructions are unclear
And who’s desperate now?
An actor with no audience
A ticking bomb
Accident waiting to happen
Thriving on solitude
Is this your plan?
Been gazing into the abyss
Still you can not invert thine
Inverted faith
Did you come here to heal your wounds?
To seek illumination?
What you found was hollowness
Slow self-immolation
You built yourself a shrine
In complete isolation
Hermit or a misanthrope?
Thy new obsession
Lot of time on your hands
But no one to learn from
Horror vacui
Can you still trust your instincts?
Don’t lose yourself in this
The pursuit of nothing
Abandon this illusion
Before the madness closes in
The madness is closing in