the moon turns to black
the black turns to grey
the grey turns into a dirty white sheet laying quiet on the floor.
the dawn turns to noon
the noon turns to dusk
the dusk turns to evening
the evening turns into a deep dark night with demons and a locked up bedroom door.
the lovers turn to friends
the friends turn to roommates
the roommates turn to strangers
the strangers turn into ghosts - unknown, scared and covered up with rust.
the passion turns to compassion
the compassion turns to irritation
the irritation turns to disgust
the disgust turns into a hateful blank stare between the two of us.
the blaze turns to fire
the fire turns to flame
the flame turns to sparks
the sparks turn into a giant ashtray full of piles of burnt-out dust.
the conversations turn to dialogues
the dialogues turn to words
the words turn to monologues
the monologues turn into a deafening silence with no sign of lust or trust.
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