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 kill 

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 death. 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...