Lost in Space

Space maps are ripped and torn

Floating into the void

Tendrils grasping

Flesh freezing

Falling into the dark

Not ready

Shoulders crawling

Dust ripping

Falling dread into wasting mine into being

Nothing into a world of blue nights and cold beams of seemingly nothing

Nothing of nothing of seemingly cold night beams of nothing

Wasting mine into blue blue blue blue blue nothing being falling through night

Ripping crawling flesh tendrils breathing

Nothing