Black Dahlia Murder In Hell Is Where She Waits For Me
I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces for a moments time I feel I am the god of
which they speak under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery an erection
juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken sunday pleats the coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed
but I dare know what lies underneath two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead whose dream
turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds how pathetically I broke her like a
doll of porcelain I found her primed for a raping that could never be in wanton fallacy the
temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me her silhouette an hourglass whose
sands of time would empty fast “A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely
promise won’t come true.†than call me the nightfall the colder than death a winter unending
that’s stolen her breath dead and famous at last she’s made it her mangled face haunting
shameless the death of peace endarkened times crowned an immortal yet stricken of life the
headlines read “Young Starlet --- Dead!†drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
sodomized defeminized silent the victor vengeance is mine in hell is where she waits for me
seductress burns in sin the succubus deceased the funeral has ceased you can all rest at ease my
desire be not to kill again I’ll now disappear leaving legend to fear so lock every door tight from
now until eternity dead and famous at last she’s made it her mangled face smiling shameless the
death of peace endarkened times crowned an immortal yet stricken of life the headlines read
“Young Starlet --- Dead!†drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit sodomized
defeminized I am the victor vengeance is mine I watched the bitter tears slalom down grief
stricken faces for a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak I the misogynist her
crooked smile my seal of hatred incarnate of the beast the god of which they speak
