XP8
"Flatline"

Life support is falling
Ground control isn't calling
Time is passing slowing down
Oxygen is running out
Sirens sound a warning
So clear this morning
Batteries about to die
So blue the sky
Flying high no way down
The stars my crown
My life machine
My glory obscene
All I see is open sky
All I need is why
Diagnosis deception
It screams rejection
My lights they flicker
Descent is quicker
Destiny is coming down
No chance to turn around
Controls no response
See me just once
White light in my face
Impact my embrace
Flashing light
Heart beat getting faster
Cold fear is my master
Cold sweat kills my time
All my readings flatline
Flat-line!