The mistrust in a dying relationship discolours love's eyes, feels no reproof from past mistakes, abuses kindness, makes of togetherness an irritation, turns truth to bland lies and stands aside from communication when one of two tries. The breath of dead passion penetrates beyond depth of ties and wrecks with renewed realization of non-compromise while the mouth of rejection suffocates taste for testing goodbyes, not caring what strain lies in isolation. Regret deeply sighs when love retreats into disintegration.