marionette

all the colours have bled
melding into one another's edges
erasing them
to watch them melt
through frosted glass
a sublime perversion
to see yet be blind
twisted tunnels and vision
clear as a black hole
the charcoal filter can't process
the grey mind smokes
velvet drapes encloak
a sickened master of puppets
he burns sunshine in his hands
and throws the ashes in your eyes