I add insult to injury and bleed into the glass
O2 reserve blinks on, the time to turn back passed,
stuck in this metal shell of stale air and sweat
protein packs and old newspapers the only luxuries I get

["Sir... we've lost contact with Nova 2-"
"What?! We'll bring her back if it's the last thing we do."]

I light a cigarette, let the smoke linger,
flinch as the stub burns down to my finger -
the idiots said there was nothin' to fear,
said there was absolutely no chance I would ever get stuck out here

So why have the engines stopped, dead silent and dry?
Transmission's dead, no one to hear me cry -

the stars around light my troubled, ecstatic, nightmares
as polarised glass shields me from a sun that arrogantly stares

[720 degrees and counting
various alarms at home screaming, shouting]

it's fat, it's bulbous, from violence born and bred
the heat sears and it's not long before these walls start glowing red,
water near gone, papers reduced to ashes
outside something gives way and crashes

---//-/--

surprised to be alive, well my heart still beats, if you can call that living
I'm down to the last cigarette, the protein vendor's stopped giving,
lighter's broke, along with most stuff inside,
but I can still light it using the heat from outside

[at home they try using sonar, think the problem's sorted -
argh but the ship's stationery- no longer in orbit!]

I hope they find me soon, y-yeah 'course they will

surviving has always been my best skill

--///-////--

but my skin has blistered, eyes near closed
it's boiling but somehow most of my body's froze -
finally the exhaustion kicks in, biting --//-
the puny drive to live    fighting

[through evaporating tears]

breathing by instinct

mind growing more  and more   distant

smoke lulling, so sweet

'spose it-

[YAWN]

it won't hurt to have     have just a little        sleep -//----/