A Space Opera

I’m here floating in the debris, surrounded by pieces of me.

The battle is done… but in the end I never won.

It was a battle in the sun. Blows rained from all sides like a Gatling gun.

The hull collapsed… I think I died in the blast.

It was the mutiny… that caused the spiral of the SS Me.

I realized too late. By then I’d sealed my fate.

Now I’m just drifting in space. Here lies the last hope of the human race.

Can’t change what is done… can’t wish that I had become.

***

Your feet are cold, your heart won’t beat at all.

Nothing really matters, when hearts burst into tatters.

Don’t feel alone, your heart won’t bleed anymore.

Nothing really matters… when tatters float inside the debris

***

It was a beautiful day. When we took flight and threw our fears away.

I wish that I could have known that we weren’t ready to go.

But we just leap in faith. It is the curse of the human race.

We got lost in the day. When we looked up, it had all faded away.

***

Your feet are cold, your heart won’t beat at all.

Nothing really matters, when hearts burst into tatters.

Don’t feel alone, your heart won’t bleed anymore.

Nothing really matters… to me.

***

I think I heard a loud alarm. I think the panic stole my calm.

I think it was just too much to take. I knew there was just too much at stake.

You can’t fly a ship all on your own. You need a crew, but guess what I tried to do?

I fought for the helm… but in a hail of bullets I was overwhelmed.

So now I’m floating in space, my last gasp frozen on my stricken face.

But it really doesn’t matter, because my crew got to the ladders.

I faced my death all alone, so they could make it out and find their way home.

I bid you fight to live another day… but for me its curtains on the play.

***

Your feet are cold, your heart won’t beat at all.

Nothing really matters, when hearts burst into tatters.

Don’t feel alone your heart cant bleed anymore.

Nothing really matters to me.

Your feet are cold, your heart won’t beat at all.

Nothing really matters, when hearts are torn in tatters.

Don’t feel alone. In he end you wont bleed at all.

Nothing really matters to matter drifting in the debris.

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