He looked down before him,
His eyes streamed buds of golden tears.
As his life raced before his twinkling eyes,
Desperately holding onto a rod of crackling embers.
A flash of terror radiated in his sunken eyes.
He grabbed hold of his vast chest,
Kneading at his skin to get to his glass heart.
Struggling to inhale a single breath.
She watched as tidal waves of despair battered at her mind.
They fell as one momentarily.
She shattered against his unspoken words.
Piercing her thin, bruised skin like the crown of thorns she wore.
He unclenched his fist and revealed his cracking glass heart.
It pulsed so gently, sending shards in bedraggled directions.
Then it paused as shards caved inwards. Stopping.
His mind melted into a pile of moon dust.
His memories are nothing but a lump of silver glitter.
His golden tears stained his now hollowed face.
Till now I wonder to this day, if he's the Starman he used to be.
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