Damn his love. No, I am not referring to any definition found in books written by well-educated men with capital letters following their names.
The kind of love I’m referring to is insane by its nature and is a true contradiction in words. To be honest, it isn’t really love but the reverse of love. You hate yourself and hate this feeling so much that it returns full circle as an animalistic deep yearning that can only be soothed by its master.
This love, or whatever you want to call it, if you were unlucky enough to possess it, is the kind of love that brands your soul with a red-hot iron as a testimony of its existence. And then it’s ripped from your grasp.
I know there are non-believers questioning its presence, consider yourself blessed for your ignorance.
Now for those who are damned due to this Insane Love and are still trying to mingle in with the world as normal and are hoping to once again to find the devil who seduced you, this message is totally for you.