We stand at each other with a haze in between,
words become altered by difficulties unseen.
I can hear you talking, but unable to listen.
Our unspoken communication is the key we're missing.

We stand at each other, existing with the haze.
We look into the eyes, but have lost the gaze.
We touch, and feel cold, losing the feel of the others soul,
searching forever within the human maze.

Thicker the haze becomes to be,
I have lost all of what the other can see.
Our deep meaning passion, has become fading fashion,
as we search frantically for that missing key.

Finality, with reality will eventually reach their goal.
Abstinence, and arguments have taken it’s toll.
We no longer stand at each other.
We no longer stand as one another,
as deeper and deeper becomes the hole.

Haze is thick, your partner is no longer there.
All sight is lost with deep despair.