migrainistic esctasy

there it goes again.
same old pounding again.
it throbs in sync
with my heartbeat
the essence of my very being.

it attacks the very verve
of my vulnerable domain
when it hits
nothing can stand in its way.
perhaps it's apt
only apt
that physical pain
would numb the pain
that emanates from my being.

relentlessly it pounds on.
in migrainistic estasy i revel
physical pain
a relief
from the whims of man.