Dead Ship Graveyard: Sci-fi

Weariness dragged down the bones of the dead to rest in the bosom of the earth, forever sleeping. The hot iron core of the asteroid drew the dead to it like magnetic filings. Some said it was the asteroids peculiar orbit that lured in the frozen bodies of shipdead, something about its magnetic attraction that brought the ghost ships in. He knew better. It was the attraction of the dead to the dead, to the promise of a final resting place. It was why he found himself drawn there time after time, walking in spacesuit through the graveyard of the hulks. He told everybody else that it was because of the prime salvage, but he knew it was the attraction of a dead heart to the dead asteroid.

Inspiration: Really fucking tired, I am.
Story Potential: Hell if I can tell. Um. Medium-high.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: So damn tired.