There are many colors of feeling hollow-of emptiness

There are bright blooming reds, born out of pain and revenge

Pastel pinks are the b*stard children of love and betrayal 

There are soft gray-blues, born out of harm by some unseen source that doesn't utter a word

Green is a child of jealousy, distorted vanity and obsession to the point of losing yourself

Yellows are born from the loss of time, not exactly joyous

Acid-colored oranges come from addiction, a sense of pleasure drowned in confusion

The brown-gray color of cigar ash on skin is literally born generation to generation

Bruised purples come from repetitive betrayals after being hit in the same place

At some point, the hollow became gray and black to most

A monotone lost somewhere inside a crystal reflected too many times 

Not exactly consistent with just one, but possibly every different type of light

There are many colors of feeling hollow

I haven't quite found mine in the prism yet