Spare yourself of all the things that I am and all of the things that I am not.
Do not dare to open the cold, hollow crevices within my heart and expect to find light.
For as I see the light in all things, my heart and my mind are barren of such.
I ache to feel reality, as I feel so distant and discharged.
Spare yourself of all the things that I am, but leave me bare where I lack.
Leave me to find my own moon within my own dark skies.