Locked away in the darkest corners holds
Secrets I forbid to tell. They hold tattered
Rags of confusion—along with much certainty.
Do you really wish to know what lies beyond them?

Purchased broken and worn, yet still useful
In the mind I hold dearly. You ask for a
cleaning, but you know nothing of which you ask.
Leave me be—I only wish for you to be left pure.

Not an excuse; truth in my words.
The knowledge I hold is unique to one—
A philosophy none should witness. Let it not
Lead to doubtful rings in your ears—Please, leave.

What fantasies dwell inside my soul are for my
Mind to behold. True Beauty resides—Something you would
Question. Thoughts of belief—Only in the wanted
Bleached eyes I do not possess.

When all is said and done—Realization comes fourth.
And doubt can no longer hide itself. Constant
Fears and questions will occupy the words you've
Grown into; yet still service. As a gift to me,
Leave me be. I do this for the better of us both.