more of nothing, lost my something

In to light an empty boat thou soul cast to the depths of loniless the sea i see before swallow whole my anger awash to shallow depths of grace forgive me once more for man i am and man i shall continue to be in myself left alone with thoughts crudely held by masks of white shades of claret.. these are but nothing, nothing to what i can be.. the darkenss now means less.. an aid?, hmm least now a hinder to my eyes, which decieve i am knowledgeable but choose ignorance to actions which seek to pull me down they are harmless opinions of a cretan from a stage of sorts of which i should not bare energy nor time to, one i must entertain not others but for one.. entailing a balance, ideas inspiration are my foothold temptation my safety claus.. "if all shall fail give in to what i want most" then ...then! before thou take me i must battle old familiar........ heart against mind... who lays in either? who is held? who holds my heart yes.. yes they shall decide for my heart is made up but how shall my mind fair? copy right luke