Curtain Fall

Thoughts arrange themselves neatly, don't they?

(Yes, they do)

Flitting through my mind, echoing without the luxury of sound

(Brainwaves sound like light on ice)

 

Lifelines suffer not this organized, rational existence

(Or so I understand)

One by one, the patterns break

(That's death, perhaps)

 

How many deaths does one man know?

(Only one, my love, only one)

I feel those silent thoughts again

(Curtain fall)