Bald

what you enjoy is nothing, a bald head, an empty head. big bulging muscles, sweating out of your sides like flames of MANNESS. a fly swat in your hand, a woman on the floor, you'rer shouting at her, "Beg, beg me for more". her tears are running red and black, a mix of passion and bile. Nothing left between you but a word, a word called "LOVE". Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, before I go mad. Tell me, tell me, before I feel very very very very sad. Tell me before reality hits that

"The opposite of true love is as follows:

Reality."