If you so desire to trespass, into my safe space,
Remove the look of amazement, and intrigue from your face.
I'm in a muddled state of seeking, for the truth and peace within,
And every day is tainted, with awareness of past sin.
Do not believe your instinct, telling you that I am rare,
For I am just like any other, with a soul they just won't share.
My tired eyes are blurry, and my heart beats out of dread,
That I may leave this world tomorrow; these thoughts still in my head.
Salvage what's left of your effort, and pride with parting go,
Let my morsels fill the space of,... the rest I'll never show.