Electric Thrill

Running through my blood,

It rushes to my soul,

That pulse it creates,

The jolt it gives me so:

Bam! It’s passion,

My burning desire.

Smokey eyes

See a scene so real,

Paint on the land

Like make-up smears,

Beats making tracks

Along my highway;

Travellers pass by,

Souvenirs close to chests,

Pass me as I fly forward;

Bright night

Light up as I do;

A thousand volts splitting

Through my skin,

Cold to touch,

That adrenalin is what you see:

There’s a flame lingering inside me.

The End

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