Papercut

i came home today and found a treat on the table!
The Yellow Pages!
I picked up the book and slashed it across my neck - 600 perfect papercuts bleeding on my filthy black corset.
I showed angelina, and she took a glass of my blood home to write a poem and paint death. Then she came back and we peeled our scabs and burnt them, then our fingers, and then we cryed like never before. It was dark and painfull and desperate.
Im in love.