Every time my head hurts
It feels like the devil pulling my soul
Away from my body
Like a band-aid
Peeling, unwilling, from a dry skin and fresh wound
My headache comes as a cyclone
There are signs
But I’ve no actual solution
To avoid the situation
I could try go down some poison
Searched for headways
Before a head on collision
That throbs some rhythmic pain
Pots clanging,
Not blues,
Not jazz
No chimes
Just loud crash
One day i fear, it will catch me too weak
Submissive, convince me
That the alternative
Is better than the palliative
danDAman 