Musical Addiction

The music has me again. It prevents me from thinking as it fills my head with images and noises too loud to drown out. 

I want to break free.

Tired from the circle I run in, I long to escape from the withdrawal. I can taste it on my tongue. 

Bang the drum. 
Hit the gong.
Wake me from my lucid dream. 

I grab at things forever outside of my reach. I claw at my ears to remove the voices inside my head, but then I give in. I return to the broken wine glass and red banners. I return to my delusions because I find comfort there.

I live in reality while soundtracks play endlessly in my head. The images inside of me are overlays. They are the transparent worlds my thoughts travel through. 

Here I sit, once again, painting the page with words from my pen.