Away into the night,
still eyes darken my realm.
The moon shakes its mind,
creating havoc amongst the waves.
This straightjacket of love,
is nevermore than imagination;
it's alive!
A capture and release,
at every thought of time.
I choose to make you ill,
as just enough to purge me out.
Slipping back into my box of strings,
to play the music within my soul.