Tick tock tick tock tick
Goes the pulse inside my head,
Like a ticking bomb.

Waiting patiently,
Basking in my helplessness,
It poses to strike.

Food nor pills will help.
Comes and goes as it pleases.
Swallows my head whole.

The pain climaxes
Into the greatest story
Ever to be told.

Leaving me behind,
Finally able to rest.
Broken, but healing.