i dislike getting older very strongly.

extinction day comes,

left with a broken air lock.

the sun bursts,

throwing us into anticlimactic shock.

                   

we brace ourselves and say goodbye.

to the people we were, what defined our life.

as an unbothered moon, forever will

sit idle, its rise turned still.

                  

to be born again, and suffer anew.

no more summers then, just infinite nil.

the gauges useless, something we all knew

in the infinite void, our skin will melt.

                        

we'll be pure for once, stripped from an image

of a being above, we're our own sin

unnatural beauty, about as much

as the debris. we'll fit in.