How Alive

alone in my happy Living Room with anry a soul in sight outside the Earth is crying as the Sky claps with thunder the Wind whistles through the sir when Trees fall stomping on the power line the World is completely pitch black Door Knob spins itself rapidly and Door moves aside to reveal Death Death just as I imagined him wearing a clock blacker than Night Earth starts spinning faster than Light Clouds and Souls that were taken scream then the Universe is silent; all is dead