The final curtain falls on a tragic love broken. The leading man too nice for the leading role. A heart ripped from a bleeding soul.

After the show hot tears flow from reddened eyes. Naive to trust insipid lies. Time will heal scars opened by vicious tounge.

Am I bad? Am I mad? Too much too young. The kiss of death , execution of love shattered in a million scattered pieces. Cold friend ... isolation I now embrace thee