"Migraine"

Stop this burning headache please
Demons arise from the black of my necrotic brain
Surrounding me with yellow wallpaper here
And wrapping me in roses
Crowning me with thorns
Crucifying me to the rhythm of my life

I'm soon to go insane
Losing my held sanity dear
Trapping me in poses
Look at their horns
Surrounding me with waste and strife
In a cage that has no keys

Can't you see my invisible tear
Hidden in your dozes
A smile pain-born
Traipsing around me with Death's scythe
The dance will never cease
My head pounds with pain

One more quiet soul his self loses
And one more loud brain attracts scorn
The pain he feels sharp as a knife
Bringing him to his knees
It's sun outside in here rain
Agony in his head its head rears

The shadows cover me, forlorn
Binding me more tightly than a wife
It tears me down with ease
Pours me down the drain
Trapped in their weir
Drowning from their hoses

The demons control my whole life
I cry out let me be, please
You have no right inside my brain
Let me alone, here
I'm sick of your roses
And done with your thorns

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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