(0199) ten centuries

in between, underneath, broken face, had the taste. never seen, fractured jaw, in between, bare and raw. i've got a sense of impending rupture; a repeat offender, but something holds me at the surface. blackened in a coma, silent offering; slowing heartbeat slowing. but i've no blood left to bleed. ten centuries of hemorrhage, blanket of doubt. woke up beside you or so i believed, but letters and numbers recounted my dream. the plague that was missing was all but conceived from an apple that tempted a person named eve or so millions and millions of people believe. we yield at no cause and feel at no expense. frequency coming and going. stayed up for no apparent reason. to hear a voice. put the pieces together and all you have is a puzzle. this is apparent. reaching far for a plot. sad. so sad. it's double or nothing on everything we have.