Drowning With Imagery

The one holding me in comfort is the one that isn't there. the one passing by me couldn't give a damn. I have felt someone in me, but is only the ghost of the mind. the figure of reality that no one will see in me. I have no need for these tricks. What ever happens to me, please take the heart of mine. Beaten down to the core, holding the treasure of the soul. I have reached so far with you in hand, as my knight with nothing viable, but a picture cradled with care. The pain I have felt of being alone, wasn't always felt right here. the shadows pass right by me, and I don't care. The man that held my hand, is the haunting that I need. the person with a voice. I give name to a man, farthest away from me. You are one that holds me (heart with hand). With the thought of this, haven't I just fought life alone? Or have I just hid behind ? my spiritual soldier that has a name, a name without any meaning. You are the god, you are the sin. you are my guard within. as I fall into my fate of reliance I have nothing but hated independence. If you all take this man away, will I see the light on the other side? Or that image of faith will be left behind. Where is my heart and hand now? Has my life been lived under the rocks, will this feeling ever stop? May I have a knight, with that name tonight? Has my thoughts been swallowed up by the visage of you? As will I get up and walk the path alone maybe stay here and fall alone. As now I have been found, I have drowned in with you, with the framed picture next to me.