Love; of unmatched intensity, surpassing the threshold between romantic passion and insanity.
Love; unbridled and tempestuous, almost demonic; destroying much of all that comes in it’s way. Going through and through you, like wine through water, changing the color of your mind.
Not the type which brings rosy-cheeked blushes and shy smiles or laughter and heart-warming joy, but the dark and tormenting furor of passion, spreading through the body like a determined cancer, captivating the soul and simmering within as a brutal reminder of unattainable idealism.
Love; so complex and bewildered, making you hate because you love. Like a raw aggravating wound, feeding on your insides.
Love; alive and ecstatic, selfish and acquisitive. A drug that keeps you alive and becomes the very reason of your end.