Electric hand Drills

The drills turn on
Now I can't do much else
So I just sit and stare
The ache is traveling up the roots of my hair
And down into my eyes
Affecting my whole body
as every cell dies
I close my eyes
And feel it grind into my skull
Yet I still sit there, null
First right above my eyebrows
Tonight I know I won't even drowse
When the pain spreads to my temples
My mind is just scribbles,
When the drills turn on
I've got a fucking headache...