You are a fluffy pillow,
puffed to perfection
sat waiting for a sleepy head to rest on you.
You are a cracked, crisp crunnched to bits,
covering the floor waiting to be eaten
by the hungry mouth of the hover.
You are a ticking clock sat on the wall,
watching time fly by
for the rest of your miserable life.
You are a piece of toast burnt,
waiting to be let out of the jaws of the toaster.
You are a cup filled with water
waiting for you fate.
You are the end.