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.