He flirted with death and she flirted with love and it seemed close enough to a disaster made in heaven with the promise of a blissfuly ironic hell so they kissed and undressed and explored bones under flesh and thoughts over addictions and beds made of poison and songs made out of needles and blood laced with the highs of getting low on everything that could be beautiful if it weren't for all the human misery getting in the way and they made love in a way of ******* all the pain out of the desperation to be anything that was anything but human and they became gods of infinite delusion and dopamine waves penetrating depths beyond the boundaries of shadow and light and body and soul and they crashed and tangled and mangled and drifted far far away from anything real and became the death and love they had been dreaming of before they had even been born