Ticking Impulse

Rotting retinas ache with fear.
A testimony of empty palms,
Lacking legacy.
The war-hungry mind leeches off dexterity,
Like a radioactive cloud lingering on a rain forest.

'An envious lust is the key',
A fool must believe in something to proceed,
Drinking lies to drown truths.
Until the body is poisoned with intoxication,
Decaying away wondrous fantasies.

Dreams that journey from the intellect,
Yet never reach a finger.

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