Colors

The world is my canvas

It allows me to paint over it

With each stroke of my brush

I can feel it respond back to me with such intensity

I love it most when it glows in the dark skies

As if it could illuminate the whole world

But it only brightens mine

The people are my inspiration

But for most, in passing glance

They are merely just another shade lighter

Only faintly do we see each others colors

Some perceive them more sensibly than another

But Here

Their light is taken over and absorbed altogether

So much so that it blinds me

I stumble and fall

Spill the buckets of dye on the wooden floor

With me on it

The mixing of them darkens the hue

It stains

My floor

My hands

Like blood

It's a reminder of how easy it is to defile creation

To craft discoloration within it

Where all the joy fades into the void

Where the sheer horror of its existence pales your skin

I ruined your complexion

Maybe the canvas wasn't my place to be

I can't make such disgrace without being punished

It would be a dishonor

For those who have worked tirelessly to embellish it