Demons

I thought love, a pure love, would transcend mortal values. I thought that pure love was everlasting, kept in its perfect form. I was wrong, everything is wrong. This film only proves this further. Love is only a condition of the brain, the release of chemicals overwriting our senses. We are ill with love, tainted by its performance. We cannot see the material reality, for reality feels like a passing dream, sweapt in mindless endeavors of the heart. Love only becomes a tragedy when it directly conflicts with the good will. For when pure, unfiltered love enters the senses, morality and will is struck with a heavy blow. It is deemed irrelevant, pure love is the utmost priority. This leads us to a path of desire, longing, overindulgence, sin. We wander aimlessly searching for the mass of life that has afflicted us with such a diesease. We will get through any tourture or pain if it meant we could have the utmost trust and security of the pure love derived from a person. For only a certain type of person can give is a pure love that each individual requires. When this person does not exist anymore, we are befallen to our most inhumane desires. Morality means nothing, we are no longer humans, we are something something title of the movie.