(0197) night before day

an enigmatic send-off to the end of the line. a technique withheld so they'll divide and conquer for only what they need. freeze the frame for overexposure. an incarnate painting i can't seem to picture anymore. we're all ten minutes from fading away in the blink of an eye. too many times i saw you walking without any legs. too many times i saw you in my mirror. the light goes on to nothing. we were both standing in line. turned a page and blood leaked out of my left eye. i then dreamed a dream far too far from sleep. blamed it on you. you who forgot the sky was never failing to fall because the excess baggage just piles up forever. intelligent design, probably. an experimental pheromone their followers can't get enough of, but everytime i pick up that phone, i hear nothing. nevertheless, the warnings persist and the doubters keep doubting. the worst is yet it come. and everyone can have their own piece of it.