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The Secret of Black Dahlia
Admit all you want children,
Say you killed her,
Mutilated her body,
I know the truth,
I keep her blood in a flask around my neck,
She was a delicate flower,
Her pale skin stained easily,
I watched her for weeks before my deed,
Watched her from the shadows enveloped in greed,
I want her, I want her for myself,
Hide her away from everyone else,
She refused to leave,
So if I can't have her no one will,
Lay your remains in a vacant lot,
Arms outstretched for forgiveness,
Your Glasgow smile telling of my sinful art.
Say you killed her,
Mutilated her body,
I know the truth,
I keep her blood in a flask around my neck,
She was a delicate flower,
Her pale skin stained easily,
I watched her for weeks before my deed,
Watched her from the shadows enveloped in greed,
I want her, I want her for myself,
Hide her away from everyone else,
She refused to leave,
So if I can't have her no one will,
Lay your remains in a vacant lot,
Arms outstretched for forgiveness,
Your Glasgow smile telling of my sinful art.
Published 15th Oct 2012
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