The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.
Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.
Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.
Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.
Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.
We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.