Are Friends Electric ?
I’m standing looking down,
As you lay by the open doorway.
Blood spilled on cold tiles,
Leaving Kaleidoscope patterns alive.
And then I hear music,
Calling my inner soul to play.
Have the vibes of a notion,
Opened the reservoir of hatred ?
Armies of crystal soldiers shine,
In my electric eyes, flashing.
Thumping veins loaded with fire,
As the electric army roll on.
Teasing the matter of willingness,
Into an ivory sheen and cup.
My spirit leaves as if all,
The hope is now lost forever.
And I wonder.
Are friends electric ?
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