pseudostar ideology(on suicide)

bay doors rip and clash into an open position

with blaring alarms flashing their concerns

red strobes, personifying, my otherwise pale face

looking down blue underglows, my hands, my whole body shaking

                

is this fear?

                

just like the simulations

i am drifting, out bay doors, into the known

with no center in gravity, no tether in reality

i know where i am going

                

the reds of cautionary tatics, those blue florescent patches

each lost in the moment of moments, the holiest of relapses

already fading into starry engravings,

on my starmap, my prechartered course, the path im taking

                  

but oh the stars

                 

as the airlock creaks shut, those alarms absolutely silent this time

just a glimpse, follows with me to orbit

maybe under the helmet tint, it all seemed less important

but this time, as it all fades, only one thought comes to mind

                    

just look at how they shine