Withdrawn, deep within the insular, where one sight pulled me out. Out of the lure of the light, body broken down, ones and zeroes, my life. Issues and conquests, promises broken. All signals lost, noises assailing. Cerulean flashes to enthrall and enslave. The sky is of static, the channel is dead… The need to feel, the need to be, vicariously watching. Bereft I am of paths to carve, of wounds to heal! The borders opened up and so I stand, lost and obscure under a neon light. Less than one out of billions, a drop in a lake, in a sea, in an ocean. Starved of my sense of self. Virtues signalled, morals relative. Discarded, and misguided. Overfed in the feast of the drama. Pandemonium, birthed by the righteous. Chaos sewn, staving off the nihilist. To the innermost, savage at heart. Overwhelmed, acquiescent. Accepting defeat, horribly aware, passions and circumstances. Manipulated, manufactured. Shuffled out, conditioned out. The need to give in sacrifice, for hopeless martyrdom. Bereft I am. No good I've done. I've nothing left… Silent cries, reason left behind. I am lost, my reality warped with static… A strange form of bitter serenity, injected into me intravenously. Must the choice be made, of hollow faith, or hopeless surrender?