Buried Within

Here I am
Wallowing in self pity
hoping that the loud music
will drown the voices
that whisper of vices I do not wish to indulge in
Hopefully it will burn the bridges to the
ties that bind me to the unknown
Where it's dark and scary
No more hello's from the other side
But there's more..
More of the hate
So much that it engulfs
the blooming flowers in spring

When will the rain come
to wash it all away
to rid us of the filth
rotting away in our hearts
When will the sun brighten the horizon again,
When will it bless us with it's glorious sunshine..
Maybe then, that will be my last.