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I'm painting pictures and sculpting figures,
just to forget her.
But she won't leave my focus alone
my frail heart is turned blue [gasping for air]

I'm etching glass and molding brass,
but all these things
they don't let me forget her.
God help me.
I'm being eaten alive
from the inside out
God save me
from the toxin that seeps in these wounds.

I wish you would fill me
and drain me of these accursed thoughts.
I wish I could come to you
and not be distracted.
But the testosterone seems to be my input panel
and the buttons are being pushed with every thought of her.
and I'm a mess
you don't love me any less
but please let me fold up
and close my eyes.

"PTCL" - The Placid Hurricane