Migrain

It’s the sound of cracking your brain.
It’s music made out of pain,
liquid coldness against the brain.

No thought will escape this insanity,
during the attack exists no identity.

Inner eye sees electric exploding clouds,
frying your mind, seperate it from your body.

After hours finally reached oblivion, my own zion.

I wake up, totally forgotten the pain, complete, whole again.
A new day has come, the sun is my friend, again.

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