David Cross He was as faultless and stunning on the exterior as he was broken and tortured on the inside. He was a blazing, brilliant flame that burned me with the most sinister sensations. I was unable to abstain. I was unwilling to. He was my obsession, the object of all my desires. I was as shattered and had a violent history like him. We would never collaborate. Except even when it was great, it was too painful and difficult. Those times were the most perfect examples of insanity because of the intense hunger and yearning love. Our necessity held us together. And our passion would push us past our limitations to the sweetest, most obsessive edge.