Colors We Steal

Left to interpretation...

Black
If you wanted to know how dark it gets...
I absorb light at times, I nullify the sun
I've at times lost sight of the son
I accepted a hell made from others
But I can't accept a hell, my mother knows better... I'm the other

White
Given names of saints
But those heights aren't the picture I paint.
I give, for others I even continue to live...
I share this color too, but I'm like you.
Broken through and through...
So I do what I can do

Grey
Now you think you know me...
But you can't see the shadows.
How much a whole painting can be made of shades of grey!
It's silhouettes and like an original photograph from the dawn of a camera.

It's the stage and your drama
I'll remain real.
And when I use only the colors, remember...
When it's all grey, it's my colors you steal.

Author's Note

Be honest