20 August 2012
Sound, a hammer to the mind,
Every thought is left behind,
Pills and tablets on the floor,
Pixel light, can take no more,
Silence, golden, gold as gold,
For gold is gold or so I'm told,
My mind, today, won't be the same,
Now that I've got this new migraine,
The third or fourth I've had this week,
And too intense for me to speak.
Migraine • Opuss № I