Creating a place,

to hide in,

from this harsh reality.

The lyrics,

strike my heart,

showing it the past,

yet reminding it of the present.

Songs of love,

tunes of rock,

lyrics of sorrow,

it’s all there,

in my music.

Eyes closed,

lost in my imaginary world,

the one,

these notes,

slowly carry me into.

Cranked loud,

to push out the rest,

of the annoying noises,

that surround me.

My safe haven,

my home,

away from home.

The taste of the lyrics,

smeared across my lips,

ready to be heard,

yet not ready to come out.

Eyes closed,

taking it all in,

the screams,

the whispers,

that bring up,

scars from the past,

wounds from the present,

harms in the future.