Our backs are to each other. This relationship is sinking; Our communication, crude

Our backs are to each other.
This relationship is sinking;
Our communication, crude.
Lately I am thinking
The hand of fate will cut these ties.
The severance will be no surprise,
Perhaps a pallid interlude
In which we wade away further

Those evil eyes would stare upon
Those biased thoughts intrude in
Those coated myths interfere within
For they know not how eternal love is
These encounters will be abridged 
sooner or later.

All it takes is a turn
To see how things 
might crash and burn
No,no,not to be.. 
As Ego reigns Supreme
Now, no one is going to 
hear your scream.

In the depths of despair 
where loneliness lives, 
true hearts can not survive. 
For the only link is nothing 
but the sound of silence 
where love once existed. 
In time the cord will be cut 
as they drift into oblivion.

Don’t be dependent on technology 
for your relations! 
You will never know 
when the network bridge 
between us gets disconnected. 
Just turn your back baby 
and you will find me waiting 
in the seas of time 
we spent together.

With our backs turned,
Our hearts yearned.
Distance just too great,
finally sealing our fate.

I will miss you.

Never trust the middle man.

Drifting apart,
Sinking fast,
Lost connection,
Will it last?