"Sorry," I said, "take me to the next one."

See that man laying face down in the road?
"I shot him down with a cold, broken stone."
"I bet that hurt like hell," you said.
"Who knows," I shrug and release a sigh.

We start to dance, my lover and I, his hand cups my waist and my hand covers my eyes.
"This doesn't exist I'm living a lie!"
His hand grows brittle and scrapes against my skin. His eyes lose focus and cast up towards the sky. His mouth sags open silently moaning his pain and regret.
Bit by bit my lover falls apart, while in motion- still dancing, and soon he collides with the ground.

I continue my dance by myself, calling out to my ruined lover with a mournful sound.