Headache - by Erik Smith
There's
someone thrashing around inside my head
It may be alive or it might be dead
It seems to excite at every word that is said
Feels like my veins are being snapped just like thread
It sent its friend to attack my eyes
It made my threshold wither and die
I already sent some aspirin to try
But it saw the entity and instantly fried
The pulsating feeling going on upstairs
Thumps on each side in strong evil pairs
My vision shakes a little dims, then tears
I can't seem to think and I don't think it cares.
