Hit by an asteroid long ago,
The gears rust, the lights flicker,
Time takes its tole.
The low oxygen light blinks, then screams.
The air thrusting from the pumps,
The computer shouting evacuate,
There are lights, sounds of fright,
Then it goes dim, the lights shut off first,
Red emergency lights flicker on,
The computer stops screaming,
Though the sirens still ring clear,
And as the final lights dim,
Giving more power to the oxygen,
All becomes bland and dark.
After an hour, I’m finally cooling off.