You. Only having enough, to declare some, hilarious idea that, that there are things, actually alive. When you are, everything are, only there as allowed.

And so, did you scream?
Or do you simply, came by,
And see death.
Like a, hilarious after-party.

What a pitiful thing.


And now, all yours are, nothing more than, a buffe of strangers.

Time to laugh yourself.


Like me.
Unfortunately, you can't allow that.

Or when you do, lose your minds, like usual anyway.