Demented Sadism

 But, to die in your arms would be the most beautiful death.

  And, to live without you would be the most deadliest life.

   A life without the one you love is not something to be lived.
   
    I'd rather die a thousand deaths and see you until I live again.

     Than to live a thousand lives and every one you not be in.


 A dead love never ends.
  It just goes on, as long as you're dead, you will be loved.
   By everyone.

 But being loved while you're alive, it's just pain.
  A pain that will never end until you're gone.


 So explain to me, please.
  What's the point in living with a painful life of love, when you can die, and be loved without the hurt.