Drown It Out
I look in my rear view mirror, it blurs with every pound of the base. The music is set louder than I've ever had it at. I’m becoming absorbed in what I’m hearing.
My anger is what’s driving me. I want it all out. I want the music to pulse so loud that my mind is unable to think of anything other than the music itself.
My ears are bleeding but it doesn’t hurt. It feels good.
I’m not inside myself anymore. I’ve escaped.