I was laying on my bed pretty late at night

I had a long day and was about to turn off the light

Then a steady, gentle knocking sounded from the front door

This day was full of stress and the last thing I wanted was more

I opened to door to a figure in white

I couldn't see his face in the poor porchlight

"Alright. Who are you and what do you want?"

In a calm and steady voice, he began to respond

"I am the Collector. I've come to collect.

I've come for all the things you desperately protect."

"What do you expect me to do? To give them for free?"

"Yes, break from your addictions and hand them to Me."

I slammed the door shut and heard him walk away

I was done. This was far too much for just one day

I finally returned to my beloved bed

Thinking about what the "Collector" had said

The very next morning was hot and bright

But at least the "Collector" was far from my sight

I took a deep breath and tried to find rest

But the tick of the clock wouldn't stop for less

I had spent the whole day caught up in what's mine

That clock had read one, how is it already nine?

That annoying device has ticked its last

I tore it from the wall and almost threw it in the trash

But then a knock, one I've heard before

Sounded from outside my front door...

"I am the Collector. I've come to collect.

I've come for all the things you desperately protect."

"Yes, I know. You've come just in time.

Please take this clock, it is no longer mine."

He took the clock and smiled at me

"You are one step closer to being free."

I closed the door with a loud thump

I laughed to myself, "He's such a chump!"

The next day had not a single tock

I was finally free from that annoying clock

I looked where it had been with a grin

Could I find something else to give to Him?

I couldn't find junk. And I love what I own

So I spent the rest of my day - on my phone

The news I found on it was far from pleasing

All this chaos for no known reason?

Another day gone, down the drain

I spent all of it rotting my brain

I was depressed, tired, and alone

Maybe the last thing I needed - was my phone

But then a knock, one I've heard before

Sounded from outside my front door...

"I am the Collector. I've come to collect.

I've come for all the things you desperately protect."

The clock was easy. The phone? Not even close

Phone or no phone? I had to make a choice

"Take it from me. I don't need my phone."

"That was a big decision. You're one step closer to home."

I spent the next day free from my phone

Not having it opened my eyes to my home

Since when did I have all of these meaningless things?

All of this junk that this world brings

Is this what I got to help my feeling of "alone"?

What will happen to it when I'm gone?

I packed it all up in large black bags

They were heavy as a burden, impossible to drag

But then a knock, one I've heard before

Sounded from outside my front door...

"I am the Collector. I've come to collect.

I've come for all the things you desperately protect."

"Take all of it! I don't want it anymore!

I thought it would help me but it's impossible to ignore!

I don't want things that are only temporary.

I want things that last for an eternity!"

He took the bags with a smile grand and wide

"I am proud of you. You overcame your pride.

I will be back. Just one more time.

I will ask for one more thing that you make mine."

Before I could ask, He turned and walked away

Today had been an eventful kind of day

Without my things I thought I would feel empty

But instead, I felt peace. Something held me steady

I lied in my bed. Free from all my addictions

The "Collector" separated me from my convictions

All he wanted was to help fill the hole

My house may be empty, but I somehow feel whole

But then a knock, one I've heard before

Sounded from outside my front door...

"I am the Collector. I've come to collect.

I've come for all the things you desperately protect.

I only ask for one more thing. The one that sets you apart.

The very last thing I ask for, is your heart."

My eyes welled up with tears, but I was ready from the start

"Yes, you can have it. Please take my heart."

Then I realized, I was never truly alone

"Follow me, my faithful servant. I will lead you home."