Death On a Lonely Planet

When we landed it seemed true That we would survive the whole month through Then slowly one by one we died With each morning we wanted to just get by Until here I am the only one The mission had caught us all undone And I have defended the base the best I can With each death a fight that I was not a fan I still hear the voices telling me to kill them all Waiting, waiting for them to return for me to end the murder call. © Paul Warren Poetry