Alone on Mars

I, the sinner, am the winner 

of a desolate life on mars

The river of my discontent, all spent 

dried into rusty red tars

Stroll, I roll, 'cross a dusty hill of porous rock

Silent but the wind, I cringe, this is the aftershock

A marsquake, I shake, 

as hollow echoes scrape my ears

Like death, nothing left 

but sorrows and fears

To be left alone, cold to the bone, 

on this crimson planet in empty space

I find, my teeth grind 

on airborne sediment, 

leftovers from a ghastly ghost race

Year 2089, blood-lined, 

vapid and hazy the sky

Shivering and quivering, stranded on mars, 

terror-stricken I cry

Nothing exists but the dearth of my mind. 

Stark naked as the day I was born

The banshee's howl from lunar jowls. 

I am so damn forlorn

beneath the dying sun, a jaded green 

I close my eyes and scream

Yet no one hears, in accord with my fears

If only this was one nightmare of a dream