White Dwarf
Fresh out of frontiers
The sole wanderer,
of the endless plains
The sun here is cold,
it emanates a pale glow,
out here on these plains
Trudge over stiff earth
A feel-good fever dream,
destination, plains
Sensation is lost here
There’s a barren reflection in the soul,
from the bleakness of the plains
Always, and never lost
Hell is where the heart is,
on the endless plains
