To place your head in the perfectly fitted rest, waiting ardently for the shining blade to come down. The blade will then be dropped, but it felt like it was floating down like a feather in a windless field. Just as the mind was wondering on pleasant memories, the head dropped. Eyes twitching and rolling. The spasm of the face muscles. Only for a few seconds before the eagerly intended darkness.

Sometimes it’s hard to explain the choices that have been made. Sometimes the objects of yearning are obviously treacherous. But yet, proceeded with the numerous self-inflicted demise. If I were a cat, I wouldn’t have any lives to spare.

Ultimately, because losing is amusing, then you’ll always see me falling in love with the guillotine.