Impermanence, Uncertainty, Fragility, Contriteness, Lamentation and Hankering lose all these baggage off slate

Several nights we'd feel the high, our own unique kind of adrenaline, addictive yet absolutely worthwhile; distinct metallic rush pouring over our heartbeat, most of the time I'd feel violated breathing through this rancid environment both of us had unknowingly created ourselves, in some light I sometimes acted deaf over hearing sonically dishonest words, piercing lies about our love that sets affection and abhorrence at the same tick of the clock, a lot of times our stillness would fill the atmosphere with doubt, screaming thick, intoxicating,  sultry air of deception; and came abruptly our impermanence; your hold that won't last for the next morning, this faint unspoken halt of your stare that drugged me for coming back for more but instead I earned less, far less than what I anticipated; far less from what I came for, these I get to have sign after sign; time after time, but some days, dawn specifically, It's past 3am and it suddenly it gets to the point where every little ounce of what we started, fought for and had become; felt fleeting; every inch of us had been contaminated with deceit.