DEAD SPACE

the world has been destroyed and one survivor tells the tale of the soon to be extinct race, it's name, is dead space

Dead Space

the year is 2265
i look up towards a blackened sky
what i see, it held lives
an aqua orb before my eyes

part of our past
but not of mine
i am among the last
of god's design

since the 2100's
the world's been dead
the bombs came by the dozens
right over our heads

we now live on the moon
the descendants of death
with our own coming soon
we cherish each breath

there was a point in our existence
where we looked up at the sky
but now we need assistance
for our food has run dry

everyday of our lives
we look back at a world we destroyed
stabbed by our own knives
by the bombs we deployed

our structures in ruins
it's trees turned to ash
any hope of return
gone with the first flash

despite unique features
our domination is done
millions of creatures
dead due to one

it was our very humanity
which lead to our fall
our world set by insanity
wars fought by us all

most were not ignorant
yet they still flipped the switch
passing by the warnings
as they watched the world twitch

now our last glimpse at life
will be the blackened sky
another stab in the back
as we watch the world die

-Carlos "House" Gerardo