Life as My Canvas, Emotion as My Medium

There it sits upon it's thrown of magnificence.
The very heart of it all; the core to which we fall.
Ever-changing, ever-growing; always open to the remorse.
Befalling society, corrupting humanity, mistreating understanding.
Born from the angels that we've cherished to hell.
Raised by the inhumane practices kindly called sanity.
This is no horror, it's life.

Inside out, it comes and goes within and without.
Buried beneath us six feet under lies the sorrow that we mold.
High above streams the casting of happiness that we cannot reach.
Strung along the trees do we feed giants of intellect.
So long as it is darkness that gives us our plain,
We live without the fears that we should.
Across the oceans we tread to another pathway by the mourning.
Emotion lays us weakened and struck by awe.
Love and hate; sorrow and kindness; fear and bravery.
They are but the medium that which we paint with;

As life be our canvas of emotions; pictured to what we see.