Souls, delicate and easily devoured by
Perfectionism, gluttonous and causing only
Injuries, the scars left by the death of
Dreams, nourished by hopes and
Expectations, by the need to build new
Realities, to fashion wondrous arts.
Wishing to create the greatest beauty,
Opening the would-be masterpiece wide,
Making a trap to imprison the soul,
Apprehending it for eternity,
Negating all former greatness.