Massive Migraine

What is this overpowering brute
That is forcing me on the ground
With my hands gripping bindingly
On my brain?

Must be some kind of stroke
Or I must be feeling berserk.
This massive migraine going irrepressibly,
My personality now seems demoniacal.

Run or risk a life to restraint me
Before I take this solid pain out on an innocent.
Would you pop some subscribed pills in me,
Or would you allow me to strangle to be healed again?

So sick and nauseous I can hear myself shriek,
Loud and earsplitting you would tumble
And beg for mercy as if I am declaring
An official impending death.

Various acts of violence I put effort to,
Assuming that was how I can elude
This bloodcurdling status holding me menacingly,
I guess the death is on me.