'lectric Sound
Heavy strings playing a melody
screeching with every strum
hands can't feel the fibered strings
of this guitar drum
hitting on
with no actual beat to inspire
like raining falling continuously
...never touching...
squinted eyes are searching
through my window mirror
staring on myself
to pass through my hinder
squint so much
turns into close
darkening
playing wavy 'lectric
images that are made up
peacefully synthesis blends harmony
drowning in sound
killing the voice
drowning in vibrate
listened by choice
waiting for the track
or creativity's death
cause hearing music
is my final breath.
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