Lost Between the Stars

Drifting past the frozen blue, Neptune’s eye is staring back, A ghostly glow, a hollow tomb, In endless void, the lights go black. No one’s coming, no one hears, Whispers lost in cosmic fears, Oxygen is running low, Heartbeat slows, nowhere to go. Metal screams, the engines fail, A silent curse, a fractured fate, Rations gone, my skin turns pale, Counting breaths—it’s far too late. No one’s coming, no one hears, Whispers lost in cosmic fears, Oxygen is running low, Heartbeat slows, nowhere to go. Through the glass, the stars ignite, Distant suns that burn so bright, Yet here I float, a dying spark, Drowning in eternal dark. Radio's a static void, Calling names that never call, Every word, a dying noise, A requiem for those who fall. No one’s coming, no one cries, Just the sound of empty skies, Proxima’s light will never see, The ghost I’ve now become in me. Shadows dance on metal walls, Fingers trace the final page, Drifting weightless, body stalls, Sinking into silent rage. Nebulae will write my name, In dust and ash, I’ll fade away, A hollow prayer lost in flame, A dying spark in endless grey. Drifting past the frozen blue, Neptune fades in silent view...