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Eyes hot and locked
On position
Slowly bleeding life
With a vision
Obscene textural lines
Drip from the edges
Taste the distant light
Tongue thickens
The clocks ticking
Lick confusions salt laden lips
Taste the edges
Pulse softens under
Cooling fingertips
Soul metronome
Slick rhythm
Black drought of saliva rain
Natures intoxicant
Into the white glare
Closer to the light
Eyes shot and locked
Tunnel vision
Memories swirl off
Kaleidescope glass
This is the last hour
Countdown to shutdown
And its fading...