Ghastly Gossamer

Can I perfect the illusion of perfection?

Will ignorant sanity strangle the deadly daydreams
As I try to breathe through the suffocating smoke
Of the macabre magic?
Will the music stop?

The words lie wasted and worthless
Woven into walls
That trap the terrifying transience of thought.

Do you see my struggle?
I yearn for the blind visions of cruel kindness
And the touch of ghastly gossamer.