The most painful death is, death by the sword from the heart of the one you love. We say we rather die by the hand of our loved one than our enemy, but this is because we wolud have never known how pinful it is to be killed by your love. L ove is the one who can hurt you the most because they are the ones who are closer to our hearts. The ones who hold on to our hearts, slowly slice thy heart into a million of pieces smaller than a grain of sand. There in the middle of the desert they leave us to bleed to death. With the desert sun it slowly burns us the ashes are lifted away into the winds of the desert. We are no longer in our loves memory nor their hearts. But because of them we cried we, we fried, we bled, and we suffered death by love.