There’s something so seductive about violent devotion.
Be it it’s directed outward; towards the general public on their beloved’s behalf (think of razing and burning down the world just to make a fire for them to warm their hands over),
or internally; as an incessant need and yearning for the other in concerningly vivid, and increasingly violent ways (think of the imagery of wanting to burrow inside the others skin and bones and living there just to be close to them, or the feeling of wanting to bite and consume; any way to keep a part of them with you forever).











