An alien in this world is dying;
Sick of all its everyday routine.
So dull and empty its life has been;
So lonely, it ends up crying.
Once, it decided to end it all;
To stop feeling so weak and small.
It is tired, it just wanted to fall;
And to emptiness, no more at all.

Yet, at the moment of wanting death;
An angel came to it which heaven sent.
She made it think how its life was meant;
And it knew what the angel meant.

Its life wasn’t colorful enough;
Its span of existence isn’t even half.
Did it make a difference? It had not;
So to death, it doesn’t want a slot.

It thanked her for saving its existence;
For showing it more than just life’s essence.
She showed it how in this world, life has sense;
No matter how empty you have experienced.

-I wrote this months ago. I can’t help doing rhymes. Just read it!!!!!!!!!!!!!