Maybe you see me; prob'ly you don't
Whichever way, escape me you won't.
I'll try to look away instead of inside
but your vortical pull leaves my eyes blind.
What I'll see instead is all in your head --
Your living - Your loving - Your sick and Your dead
It feels like a wormhole when you suck me away
And you blister my flesh like a hot Texas day
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