Bucket Handed

Yet again another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Bucket-Handed-281980644 ), so you guys can see it.

I walk solemnly into the unknown,
Trees and bushes cover my path,
And it seems I have no where to go.

But I have my faith in my bucket-hand,
And I'll drag it with me until the sands shall end,
Sopping the ground as I go,
Unable to fill my poison with cure to let it go.

My ears are always pricked to the Heavens
Even when my chin's down low,
Because these voices in my head cannot be my friends,
And oh,
The voices that guide me,
I can't let them go.

They're my prisoners.
These voices.
And I don't want to die.
Fade away into nothingness.

I don't want to face the world alone,
And so I hear you.

I walk bitterly through the rocks and snow,
Ice and darkness cover my path,
And it seems all hope is lost.

The moon does not leave me,
I look up and see it through the clouds.
It's not the end
And I'll follow that light to my death and beyond,
For there's nothing else I can keep my heart on.

Author's Note

I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3