A painting may be beautiful
Vibrant colors adorning a canvas
But even colors may turn dark
As they grow old on the canvas of life
No matter the balance
Mix a lot of it together
And even the vibrancy of colors
Shall turn into nothing but darkness
A simple plain sheet
Soiled by the black of lead
May turn to be the salvation
To a soul turned black
Perhaps splendor it shall not hold
Perhaps it shall not even see the light of day
But that little darkness on paper
May preclude crimson stains turning dark
