Tinnitus

The box opens and our song plays...We dance... we love each other... We spin between laughter and dreams... promises to keep... Fed by an immortal, aphrodisiac, hypnotic melody... suddenly the crank stops... .................................................... The box no longer closes... The melody is distorted...you don't dance anymore, you just move away... We turn between cries and torments...I cling to you, to the broken dreams, to the pain... letting you go burns my soul as we keep spinning in a meaningless loop fed by a persistent cycle of hatred and rancor.... What happened to us? Our love got rusty...