A Thousand Souls in One Thread

So many eyes, yet none agree,
each face a world, each world set free.
Purple masks and golden stares,
teal dreams tangled in midnight snares.
A tower of stripes climbs toward the unknown,
while creatures below have made their home.
Teeth like fences, lips like rivers,
every glance a secret, every line delivers.
Pink and magenta burn at the seams,
stitched-together nightmares, stitched-together dreams.
Small gods huddle at the bottom row,
watching the chaos with nowhere to go.
Woven from whispers, knotted with fire,
a tapestry born from unquenchable desire.
Look long enough and the faces look back
a thousand souls lost in color and black.