Describe to me in your screams the pain that intensifies. I'll be the blood that leaks and the fear that fills your eyes. My insanity becomes your violent reality. Recreating the brilliant acts of those before me. Studied their morbidity to mutilate your entire anatomy, journey into a world of inhumanities as history repeats itself you're the object of my fixation. You are my Black Dahlia... everybody has the capability of murdering somebody. At first I was sickened and horrified the exhilaration, the petrified feeling of taking one's life. Bludgeoning, her screams were deafening. Bleeding uncontrollably, bleeding all over me, desperately struggling in her moribund state, and her crippling agony. Mother of three praying for me not to k** her but I would not hear her. Brutalized and defiled... her body restrained and glistening. Taste her perspiration, bitter sweet. Her incredible strength when she came close to d**h. Her faith in god and miracles came to an end. She bit. Drawing blood, fighting for her life, but I could not be stopped it took 15 minutes before she died, brutalized and defiled... defiled...