It's been two hours
I can't make tea
The lights are out
But I'm still home
The suns gone down
Its getting cold
My hands are numb
And still no tea.
If I leave the house, it'll get ransacked
It's not the end of the
Is that car alarms, shouting in the street
Its not the end of the
I cant check the net, or call for help
Its not the end of the
POW-ER CUT
POW-ER CUT
I'm eating
Cold beans
On top of
Stale bread
I'm reading
Comics
It's straining
My eyes