technicolor mudpuddles

the world
outside
as hollow as
my insides
the sick
echo of
emptiness
strains
the frayed
heartstrings
of the most
foolish
of them all
so i slink
back down
into the dark
tired and sore
striking matches
never seeing
a spark
living alone
in a vacuum
gasping for
something more
as my tears
make technicolor
mudpuddles
just deep enough
to drown in

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