the monologue of paintings

The monologue of a painting
the emotions of a color;
The air between each brush
the temper of a slave;
The material of an animal
the harshness of the outcome;
The credit of all that's natural
the entity that it gave.

The monologue of a painting
the physical of a stroke;
The twisted kind of approval
the insights are past vague;
The aptitudes are all square
the sounds are all hollow;
The procelain beauty of words
The sugar is thy plague.

The acceptance is pretense
The laughs are insecurity;
The words are meaningful
The words are as meaningless;
The best sounds of a painting
The given are those unsure;
The monologue of a painting
The epitome of character.