Tres

death is waiting
hurts are blistering
fluids are flowing
walls are caving in
past is fading out
stakes are rising
roads are unwinding
thoughts are crossing
brains are fucking
lord isn’t looking
hands are holding
minds are opening
chapters are closing
suns are shining
switches are flipping
nipples are hardening
patterns are repeating
pupils are blowing
moons are aligning
times are changing
dreams are shaping
you and me are
starting something