Your fatal desires.
Love is a sham.
A construct of death.
Just wait, it'll infect you all.
You may think you're all well and happy now.
But just wait, something will happen and you'll break up with them.
Then what? Huh?
Gonna kill yourself now?
Make a nice few railroad marks across your arm?
Or are you just gonna go crawling back like everyone else?
It's gonna kill you all.
And I'm gonna watch.
As you all slowly suffer as you die.