| Describe to me in your screams the pain that intensifies. |
| I’ll be the blood
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| That leaks and the fear that fills your eyes. |
| My insanity becomes your
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| Violent reality. |
| Recreating the brilliant acts of those before me. |
| Studied
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| Their morbidity to mutilate your entire anatomy, journey into a world of
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| Inhumanities as history repeats itself you’re the object of my fixation. |
| You
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| Are my Black Dahlia… everybody has the capability of murdering somebody. |
| At
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| First I was sickened and horrified the exhilaration, the petrified feeling
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| Of taking one’s life. |
| Bludgeoning, her screams were deafening. |
| Bleeding
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| Uncontrollably, bleeding all over me, desperately struggling in her moribund
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| State, and her crippling agony. |
| Mother of three praying for me not to kill
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| Her but I would not hear her. |
| Brutalized and defiled… her body restrained
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| And glistening. |
| Taste her perspiration, bitter sweet. |
| Her incredible
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| Strength when she came close to death. |
| Her faith in god and miracles came to
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| An end. |
| She bit. |
| Drawing blood, fighting for her life, but I could not be
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| Stopped it took 15 minutes before she died, brutalized and defiled… defiled… |