the Colourful picture

shadows draw across the canvas with light oily strokes and dry wet soul the white pythons and black mambas conspire as their tongues slither and roll down the canvas. like honey, it marinates the mellow white bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might leaving behind the canvas with monotone delight and black and white then it cries as it bleeds like Danvers watching its Hyde as he flees at the sight as though his Hyde has a right for leaving the canvas in black and white the shadows of black and white dissipate at the sorrow, at the pain at the rain that washes the black and white away. Leaving behind the canvas and time.