I was sleeping with Love when Death came to visit me last night, caught me laying with her. He swore, saying every word imaginable because why was Love with me? Not with him? Loves face lit up with terror, was he going to take me, or was he going to take Love away? Little did she know I was already dancing with Death, flirting my way through life with both of them at my side. You can’t believe in love without death, and believe in death without love - the two collide together.