Alone here I am in this empty house.
Only thing I can here are the squeaks of dying mouse.
My cat has it by its neck.
Wait that's not correct.
The mouse bleed out on my floor.
Now it is a mouse no more.
So here I am here alone.
Just sitting here in the empty zone.
The room is dull.
The world is old.
Here in this empty house.
I can no longer hear the squeaking mouse.