Because I'M Galactic

All the lights dim out as I crawl into my spacesuit. I fill the air with crystal screams, my mind is ripping at the seams. If it falls apart, I will surely wait here. I'm made of gold in all my dreams, surrounded by my favourite things. The stars will age and die, blowing matter to new places. My flesh is celestial dust, but my golden bones will rust. I never asked to be here; This equation isn't right, All I taste is bittersweet - there's broken dreams between my teeth. The glowing lights will permeate, the stardust spreads and dissipates, and I will always wonder why. I'll keep your secrets, hope to die.