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
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