Saturday, June 10, 2017

Space Nightmare

Like a fetus in the womb
The chord feeds me
Oxygen for my lungs
Keeping me alive
I'll be in orbit in this tomb
So long as I exist
Watching the nova sun
Until long after I die

Covered by my suit
I became an artifact
Failed to execute
The plan of attack

By a tether I am floating
Into the ethers I am
With a cord I connect
To the mothership
Orbit corroding
Dying programme
Home world distressed
Flawed computer chips