Salvation

Sometimes, its not enough to just merely switch on the radio or plug in the guitar.
It's not loud enough to erase the screaming voices that's seeping underneath my door.
All I want to do is drown.
I want to hear nothing but incoherent melodies and words that aren't my own.
Not the booming pain of hurtful words. Don't soil my precious words.
Don't make words ugly.
They aren't meant to hurt or cause harm.
Words are my kisses, only more loving.
But I'm being kept imprisoned by the pain in your voices.
There's no way out from the trenches of broken glass and quivering tears.
Instead, in my room of old photo albums, I pray for happiness.
If not found in this life, please at least in the next.
Salvation is all we could ever hope for.