VERSE | PAIN

My temples throb 
Like the devil has set up shop
In their wefts of flesh and bone
There he threshes
His wheat and corn
Brimstoned and fire shorn
Screaming out his brutal song
I’m enmeshed
Tied inside my throbbing head
Forced to see, ingest and feel
The devilry
Making me curse
Making me keen
In time to the pounding drum
And the terrifying never-ending hum
Of the devil’s threshing machine

I try to think
Break out of the infernal links
That tie me down inside my head
My raging, aching, splitting head
But the devil sings
His strangely hypnotizing song
And I stop
Trying to slip
Into my veins
Away, away from the devil’s shop
From that wretched, that exhausting pain
And I stay
The convulsions hold me in their sway
Aaaa-gonizing me
Beating, pulverizing me
Crescendoing with my memories
And I sit with my pounding head
As the throb in my temples counts the dead.

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