He comes to you in the image of the Savior of your sorrows, brings you closer to him, and becomes your favorite friend, he is like drugs, contains you, whenever you resort to grief. 

He opens his door that is always closed, enticing you with his isolation, which you wish, and he will bless you with his shining stars. 

The closer you get to him, the more you become aware of his ugliness. His silence frightens you, you are used to his darkness but now it is strange. I was alone, now I'm alone and afraid.