There is a certain romance in wanting to be saved. Finding the beacon of hope, guiding you to salvation like a moth to light. Grabbing the firm hand that reaches out to you. 

Except there is no one there to save you. There is no hand, there is no light, there is no person and there is no hope. There is no redemption. Or perhaps you never wanted salvation, you merely wanted to drown under its pretence. Maybe you are a fraud after all.