dies inside

 
degrees of pain have my affections  
they scale the spectrum of color  
between the utter desolation  
of charcoal gray  
and the auto erotic stunner deviant red  
  
I open myself to these channels  
to feel something of significance  
the blackout numb of despair  
drains me more than any other  
  
you can't cry and feel release  
in this blackened void  
it stays bottled up  
lonely cries of agony die inside  
  
never given voice  
they crush your inner poet  
until you have nothing left  
to reach the world with