Post by auser on Aug 23, 2009 9:05:44 GMT -8
I hadn't written a new poem for a while, not even a rubbish one 
so I thought I'd write a new poem to break the drought. I have no idea how this topic came into my head but here we are I guess.
so I thought I'd write a new poem to break the drought. I have no idea how this topic came into my head but here we are I guess.Spaceman's Tears
All alone.
The All-American hero,
Commander Clint Masterton,
On a one man mission to Mars.
But it's a lonely place,
All alone in a space shuttle.
Commander Clint is clinging,
Clinging to the fraying shreds of his sanity.
Months into his mission,
With a vast empty wasteland of space before him,
He was told he was going into God's kingdom,
But Clint still feels all alone.
The Earth is a brilliant blue,
Clint only cried the first time he saw it.
But in his dreams the Earth turn a poisoned green,
And he always wakes up crying.
Floating lethargically in zero gravity.
His body of pure stone has turned to mush
Clint stopped caring about his exercises
And he has stopped listening.
Ground control are just a bunch of liars and Catholic Preachers!
And he is Commander Clint Masterton. King of Mars!
Why should he listen to the priests?
He was alone in this godforsaken shuttle from the start.
But Clint still wants to believe,
Desperately, in his father.
King Clint puts on his thorny crown,
Blood streams down his strong face
The suitless king opens his royal carriage doors,
Ground control screams as the king bleeds,
His tears mixing with the blood on his cheeks.
Clint drifts into deep space wearing his new crown.
The bloody tears boil and then freeze for all eternity,
As Commander Clint Masterton. King of Mars,
Drifts towards his new red kingdom,
To meet his maker.
The All-American hero,
Commander Clint Masterton,
On a one man mission to Mars.
But it's a lonely place,
All alone in a space shuttle.
Commander Clint is clinging,
Clinging to the fraying shreds of his sanity.
Months into his mission,
With a vast empty wasteland of space before him,
He was told he was going into God's kingdom,
But Clint still feels all alone.
The Earth is a brilliant blue,
Clint only cried the first time he saw it.
But in his dreams the Earth turn a poisoned green,
And he always wakes up crying.
Floating lethargically in zero gravity.
His body of pure stone has turned to mush
Clint stopped caring about his exercises
And he has stopped listening.
Ground control are just a bunch of liars and Catholic Preachers!
And he is Commander Clint Masterton. King of Mars!
Why should he listen to the priests?
He was alone in this godforsaken shuttle from the start.
But Clint still wants to believe,
Desperately, in his father.
King Clint puts on his thorny crown,
Blood streams down his strong face
The suitless king opens his royal carriage doors,
Ground control screams as the king bleeds,
His tears mixing with the blood on his cheeks.
Clint drifts into deep space wearing his new crown.
The bloody tears boil and then freeze for all eternity,
As Commander Clint Masterton. King of Mars,
Drifts towards his new red kingdom,
To meet his maker.
