Parasite

The pain grabs me by the temples and forehead,

Digs a long metal skewer inside of my brain.

I can’t say a word because no one else sees it.

I silently scream as the migraine takes hold.

 

The roaring it rises, it splashes, it slices,

Eating away at my brain and my eyes.

I sit in my bed and I rock back and forth

And pray for it all to be over.

 

There’s a monster that’s feeding and raging and weeping

Inside of my head giving birth to its spawn.

The intruders they scream and they eat at my brain.

A living host to these parasites.  Please just kill me already.

 

I begin to regret all the things that I’ve done

And I haven’t done that this is punishment for.

All I can do is lay back and wait for

The monsters to gorge and drop off onto the floor.

 

There’s a drum going off I can hear its dull beat.

Or is that just my heart howling, sending

Echoes into the attic of my brain and my head?

It stirs the monsters into a frenzy.

 

My eyes they are gone, gnawed off at the roots.

The empty cavity of my head is trampled by feet.

I am helpless, the victim, as my brain is ripped out

And I wait for the pain to be over.

I probably should apologize for writing such morbid poetry....

I like visuals, what can I say?  I have to feel the words, see them, taste them.  They have to mean something. 

This poem was written as a rap, based on the Twenty One Pilots song "Migraine". 

However this poem took the whole headache idea a bit more seriously as I composed this based on an actual migraine I had the night before. 

But the beauty of poetry is that there are countless meanings layered behind the words.  You could take anything away from this. 

Because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink you me, okay fren?

Here's the inspiration for the poem, "Migraine":

Stay alive, frens |-/

Are you getting tired of Twenty One Pilots?  (Of course not, what kind of question is that.)  Do you like visual poetry?