Machine Head

I used to want to take a
Drill to my head
Let the pain out of the hole
I used to want to cut the
Veins in my neck
Cool the blood boiling my
Soul
When I wondered, why my
Daily headaches thundered
Tried to buffer, pushing
Down the pain I suffered
Mutilated, feeling so
Humiliated
Cannot wash the dirt off
Underneath my skin
There was a part of me left
Far behind
When at the age of five
Years old
I had my innocence taken
From me
Emptiness would fill the
Hole
Now a second grader,
Thinking why I dont feel
Better
Why Im filthy, why the hell
I feel so guilty
When drawing stick men
Of pornographic men and
Women
Thinking all the time
Theres something wrong
With me
Everyday for three years
From dawn til dusk a
Migraine
Would take me and break me
And itd cripple me so
Much that
In dreams, itd seem, with
A hole in my temple
That I could probably make
My headaches finally go
Away
Trephination
Trephination
The enemy inside of me
Wont let me free
Wants me to bleed
And after three years now