Lightning Strike
Hands freeze on the clockface
Time itself stands still
Pulse picks up a fervid pace
Ears, they ring and trill
Is this akin to the fear of Hell?
Or a taste of Heaven above?
Energy courses through every cell
A pain I hope to dream of
Love or loathe, adore or spite
I know not which is true
Spots of light dotted my sight
When my eyes, they locked on you
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