The Event Horizon
Tom: This is the last stop
Ell: before all goes black, we are not suffering from attack.
Tom: The train terminates here... a metaphor for life.
Ell: The final station: death. “All alight here.”
Tom: Black. Black. Black.
Ell: I know not where we are,
Tom: in space, nor in time,
Ell: in heart, nor in mind.
Tom: You drag me in, helpless as I am.
Ell: I see all of time and space,
Tom: within a glance of your face.
Ell: But there’s no one to care or who sympathises,
on the cusp of the event horizon.
