How do you compare dullness with beauty?

mostly it starts somewhere within.  i can hear a shift in my core.  i hear whispers.  they tell me all about color in terms of feelings.  i see form within the color.  the feelings have shades and shapes.  many different styles and modes, but they are all feelings.  emotions.  the gray ones feel like rotting flesh.  the red ones are explosions.  the big ones fill my whole body, and the small ones whisper and talk.  what they eventually do, is crawl up my stomach.  sometimes they fill my lungs.  they give off gravity -- outward.  the move opposite of the Earth's gravity.  eventually they seep into my air, and find their way into my neck.  they drip into my head, and try to ooze out from my eyes.  sometimes i can talk to them -- tell them to wait.  other times they find their way out in a stealthy way.  i think they bleed clear blood.  i know this, because they leak out of my eyes.  my emotions are alive, and they constantly crawl around my body.  they have teeth.  they latch on.  like leeches they suck the force out of me, quieting my voice.  my attempts at controlling them are overpowered by the leeches.  sometimes they are everywhere.  in my head.  in my heart.  in my lungs.  they spread.  like spiders, they make their way through me fast -- swift.  like eagles, they sometimes soar throughout my entire highway of blood vessels.  they have spikes, too.  as they travel, they rip along my flesh.  they stop sometimes to feed off of my intentions.  my very eyes are overtaken by them.  i am like a mannequin, while they are my master.  emotions can be very powerful.  they can be very friendly.  they can have hidden malice.  they can be comforting, frightening.  but they are always real.  and they are always in color.  and they always have shape.  i am a moving breathing cess pool of living creatures -- feeding off of my every thought and instinct.  they take over when they want.  they let me be when they want.  i believe they are me.  i believe they want to be free.  won't someone save me?