Love is a public hanging. I build a beautiful platform with eloquence ***** the instrument of my demise.
Fully conscious of my impending end wrap the rope around my throat she screams the guilty verdict and soon I dangle, twitching in the desert breeze.
I'm an immortal criminal, and I never learn, a perpetual repeat offender. Iβll soon be swinging from the gallows once againβ¦ it's just a matter of time.
Everything I build seems to fall apart... Hence begins the transition from the hopeless romantic to the sadly jaded cynic, the ******-off lovelorn pessimist.