[asylum]

Increasing heartbeat. Enlarging pupils. Light centered to a beam,
lenses render it to signals broadcasted on interstellar streams,
death usually comes instantly from whispering pieces of debris,
close ones for an instant sound like an inner demons scream.
Still, it feels like home for a clone in an interdimensional regime..
the tension dulls against your soul like a noose, motion’s energy breaks,
next to perfect symmetry in every movement, the vast vacuum of space,
welcomes us home from battle more radioactive then nuclear waste.
Dining on iodine pills, complying to build an empire rebels are trying to kill,
now lying still. Entering enemy atmosphere.
Once captured, nothing's happened here.
The ship rattled and shook while our headphones played sounds of babbling brooks,
I flexed each finger on my hands and looked out the drop ships opening hatch,
tightened my grip and dove through a black hole into the world I’m dispatched.
You feel like you want to vomit, but you know that you can’t. Training enhanced.
Engaging the dance. Bogies at six. Maintain the advance,
our escape pod left a crater in an obsidian field,
within seconds I reached the edge and engaged my iridium shields.
Their arms were like scythes, cutting swathes through fields of human flesh,
and when they died, their bodies instantly exploded into waves of crimson death.
Acid flowed in an ocean of persistent corrosion,
it’s surf consistently closing in on positions we’re holding.
I could hear their screams gurgle as their lungs melted and I hurdled,
across an open chasm to a fallen enemy our forces hadn’t purged.
He laughed and spoke in a foreign tongue as my k-bar submerged,
inside his brain while I gasped and lurched,
smashed to a pile of gore underneath their massive herd,
I screamed, "BRING DEATH TO THIS BASTARD SCOURGE!"