The mind was yet undead,
Though soon it would be;
The last hours spent
Thinking through time.
Thoughts of life
That would never be.
Thoughts of life
That had been.
The mind slowly closed,
Then yet more slow it stopped.
The mind was dead.
Thoughts no more rattled inside.
There was a thought now.
Though not in this mind, but of this mind.
This mind had not forgotten.
This mind had been loved.
The other mind sorrowed,
The love, but not the life gone.
Thoughts of the love, made the life wane.
The mind darkened.
The mind died.
There were now two minds lost.
Though paid for by one.
The grief,
The sorrow,
The killer of minds.
