an angel showed itself to me today

　　and its voice was hollow

　　and meek

　　"it's coming," - it said, "the end of everything."

　　and it made a spark

　　i asked for more, but it refused to give

　　and its voice was quiet

　　and its voice was clinical

　　"it's coming," - it said. "the end of everything."

　　and it made a light

　　i refused to believe

　　i was just seeing things

　　i was just hearing things

　　i was just thinking things

　　i was not

　　my skin is not my skin

　　my eyes are not my eyes

　　i do not feel for free

　　my thoughts do not belong to me

　　my body does not belong to me

　　they are loaned

　　i began to plead, but it refused to give

　　and its voice was power and powerlessness

　　and its voice was birth and death

　　and its voice was a deafening silence

　　and as it spoke, my eyes began to hurt

　　"it's coming," - it said. "the end of everything."

　　and it left

　　and as it left, it shined a light

　　a blinding white light

　　with colors so strong

　　all my life was gray

　　the light was cold

　　and alien

　　and debilitating

　　and as it beamed, my eyes began to fail

　　and soon, i couldn't see

　　and as it beamed, my body began to fail

　　and soon, i couldn't stand

　　and as i hit the ground, i understood

　　it's coming.

　　the end of everything.

　　there's nothing i can do.

　　i was brought into this world through no choice of my own.

　　and i will be taken from this world through no choice of my own.

　　i am not poweful.

　　i am not remarkable.

　　i am dying.

　　and so is everything.

　　and i cried.

　　and as i cried, a ghost showed itself to me.

　　and her voice was shy.

　　and her voice was hopeful.

　　"uh, hey" - she said.

　　"uh, sorry if i'm bothering you"

　　"and it's okay if you don't want to"

　　"but"

　　"the world's ending"

　　"and, um"

　　"it doesn't look like there's anything i can do about it"

　　"so"

　　"you wanna--"

　　"uh"

　　"you wanna chat?"