Fictitious or not
Dead Space lives here
On the edge of an endless blue sky photograph
Holed up in a abandon movie set trailer
Closed off, peering out tiny windows
At the reality out of doors
Opened just a crack to maintain the illusion of being habitable
Though, not so far to allow escape
Of those last traces of body fluids
Of hand drawn outlines portraying tattered souls
As they cower behind mothy stained sheets
Under earthy carpets rotting
Abandon emotions
Torn up, tossed
Just as the door clicked
Shut
Within this dank dark enclosure
Tears of joy and sadness reconcile
Even though ne'er shall pain fade
In the grunge covered songs that resonate
Here on the brink of endlessness
Amidst thundering torment
Clouds crash against Heaven’s humanity
And then one day something broke
Dead Space opens the door
Throwing three legs of lamb
Wrapped in yellowing newsprint
Into the blue chasm
The headlines read
Let Them Fall Where They May
Leap of Faith
A New Chance at Life
What is the preferred dividend
It must be asked
Stay with the story till the end
And know the battle won
Or drift asleep somewhere within
And awaken to the battle lost
Tragically Hip -'IT'S A GOOD LIFE IF YOU DON'T WEAKEN'