Collars Are Not My Style

I'm Not A Pillar For The Prideful Sun
Which Poses As A Fixture In My Sky
But Is Merely A Burden On The Run
I Will Not Be The Basis For This Lie

I'm Not A Journal For The Child Moon
Who Rips Through My Pages With "Depression"
(That Which Is Found In Self-Pitying Gloom)
This Is An Unfavorable Impression

Please, Understand, You Beings Of Dim Light
That I Am Much More Than Your Low Servant
I Am The Heavenly Sphere That Is Night
And My Radiance Dawns On Those Deservant

I Am Space And Time: Forever Existant
Elements To Which You're Nonrestistant