Migraine Soldiers.

What are these things inside my head that run about and feel like lead, that crash and bang and bounce and boom echoing like an empty room. With wormlike lines all a squiggle that make me squirm toss and wriggle, seeking solace away from light praying the hours turn into night. Where are they from where do they go bringers of pain why do they show, with no warning surprise attack migraine soldiers my skull they hack. Cougar.