uncomfortable silence

i seem to be chained
to an uncomfortable silence.

my mind houses unholy echoes
that bounce off sterile thoughts.

love-lack stifles expression;

touch deprivation
has ruined my senses;
i am blind
without my orgasms.

caught in a vice
between non-endearing absence
and total omission,
i'm beginning to bleed
internally
ever so slightly...

for inspiration
i gaze at the shade of purple
immortalized by the underside of my bruised fingernails.

i'm screaming
in a vacuum...

and so is everyone else...