the headache

The headache

Nerves on end, 
twisted like a snake into the distance

beyond the bend.
Twelve brain twitches 
and gooey vain pops
but the blood still sheds until the very. last. 

DROP.
The wrath of pain 
like everybody can hear.
Nightmares become real
children overwhelmed with fear.
Oh, how it I want it to end.
and with a blink of an eye just disappear…