pentri per mia animo

the color is draining out of my hands
bleeding together into an incomprehensible mess
this is it: the death of my mind
you’re not invited to the funeral

the stories say that there are people
whose jobs are to color the sky
if only I could see any of it
these colorblind eyes are cursed

there are monsters dwelling within both of us
one of them will destroy the other
I am collateral damage yet again
you never intended to uproot me

I’m one alone inside the crowd
I make no noise while they’re all so loud
my ears have always been too sensitive
just like my heart


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