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walking through the house

running into the wall

listening for a voice

trying not to fall

the power went out long ago

I've spent days in the dark

one day the house will glow like fire

but who will light the spark?

so in this windowless doorless home

I'll sit here all alone

waiting for something to happen

maybe the ringing of the phone

but the phone is rather useless

no ones on the other end

because when the power went out

so did all my friends

without the light inside my house

my love slowly crept away

neither me or the ones I cared for

had anything left to say

everyday the walls get smaller

the house a little more dim

I could find God, the Consumer energy guy

but I am to afraid to ask him

so for now I sit trapped

without any light

until I get my power back

everyday is the same as night