Incoming Transmission

System failed
Exploded in the space.

Victimised
Drifted in the void

Asteroid
Blocked the sunlight

Submit and
Only left to die

Hyperspace
Far from the Earth

Never see
Nebula so bright

Gravity
Not pull anymore

Insanity
In endless greed

The signal
Is salvation

The journey
Thousand light years

Embrace
We're not alone

Co-exist
Or become perished

Reading the last word on my mind.
Exhausted, out of control and accept.

Please send my regards to the first man who went to the heaven.
Asphyxiate and finally lay to rest.

At least the nebula would be my mound.
And the stars would be my epitaph.