Headaches and heartaches
As I wake up in the darkest night
my headache splitting me in two,
I turn to you for any kind of alleviation,
but you are not there, so I am lost
in darkness of the heaviest night
with hell all burning in my head,
and there is not a single hole
to slip out through in the opaqueness
of the trap of burning darkness
where I am imprisoned without you.
But still, you are out there somewhere,
and that is still a lasting joy
which spites the entire hell of darkness
and confounds the blasted headache,
since I still may think of you.