Migraine
My grain
My grave
My brain twisted like five ways
Ain't life great?
This knife came thru my frame
cut quite straight
Migraine
My main concern
is my pain
quite strained
razor like blades
invade like sin stays
Sensai's zen ways
just give way
**** this **** stain

Apologies if I've been vague

You balloon
You big, fat balloon
How fragile you are
One pinprick and ****
You become a mangled, rubber mess
or else you dwindle down
limp and barely floating
Once proudly displayed,
doting eyes on your sheen,
aerial acrobatics unseen
Now you lay there
staring into nothing
tattered string
Where is your panache?
What will happen to you?