Laid waste in a violent crash
That took her life and sent her soul back
Tormented constantly, obsessed with skin
Picking up your tools of the trade
Set out immortalize
Sculptures remind you of what you dream of
Hammering away at grey, hardy stone
Sad attempt to reclaim the known
Dreams remind you of the guilt you feel
But you still hammer away with steel
Clinging to life
Waking up, your life is slipping
The sculpture's back is splitting
Surreal reality
Consumed, through the cracks both you and her bleed
Chipping away at your leg
You're turning into what you are obsessed by
It will consume you
And you lie there on the hard ground
Witnessing the disintegration
Of the only statue in your life
For which you had adoration

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