The shape of pain

It remains,
Right there in your throat
A lump ..that seems to grow
gnawing into your
Existence,
Freezing my blood,
As it shackles my heart
With its chilled fingers...
Smothering me breathless...
Bury me down
Into the deepest hollows of the earth,
Maybe I'd get some air.
Maybe I'd learn to sleep
Maybe darkness will do the trick
Maybe ... maybe...no more creepy colours to smudge my nights dirty .