I’M DEAD! I’M DEAD! I was in over my head!
I’ve been stuck in space, stuck in a game, stuck in my mind.
I had to fight for a lonely piece of bread.
I had to find against my own kind.
I lost my friends, my friends to this stupid, stupid game.
It was going to be fun, they said.
I don’t even remember why we did it; it was just oh so lame.
Instead of living, we died instead.
Space is definitely not an open place.
I know this for sure.
We told each other it wasn’t competitive and to go at our own pace.
But when someone decided to involve food in the game, it became too painful to endure.
We’re dead, we’re dead. We were over our own heads.
We were separated somehow, I don’t know when. Why can’t we be all together when we’re dead?
Now we roam space looking for company and bread.