Apocalypse/beautiful

the air is like right before thunderstorms, now
heavy and clean and like something is happening
something that charges the atmosphere, waiting

who is this fat orange cat in my bed
why does the doorway sound walking through like yours
empty drawer and axis tilted
bed box covered nothing's changed and everything
is crawling through the rain
to get to here

stuck in the snow in the driveway
i never feel trapped with you here

everything nothing is ever the same
my eyeballs don't look right perception is failing
and everything
fuck
is more clear than i ever thought
i could see through this myopia heart attack
colorblind this is the
end of the world

apocalypse beautiful
ready for everything
now is your face in my hands
and tomorrow is always
and now
is your face in my hands.