Black Dahlia

Glazed eyes shrouded in an ivory face Dark hair in knotted tangles A look as haunting as the Devil himself Fragile shoulders on a body like twig Bowed under the burden fate has bestowed Shivering in the summers breeze Like a leaf, ripped apart in an August wind What horrors lie beneath The ghostly exterior What sins did those eyes witness in days gone by Did the mute voice scream in terror, or laugh in glee Was the there a time when those shoulders were held high And the arms embraced in love? Or was it just horror, pain, deception and lies... How could the world twist something so beautiful Into horrors untold