Infamous

I'll strike her up in a pose,

I'll stick into her a hair a single white rose

Make her presentable for the nations to see,

The beautiful girl she used to be.

I was always one who was with normalcy,

but once they see what I did to thee,

they will soon figure out I am not to be messed with,

then they will all run and flee.

I'll put on her, a simple white dress,

I'll tame her hair that is a mess,

I'll leave her in that little pile,

Where she will be staying for awhile.

They'll all be baffled to see what has happened to she,

their pure daughter, all mangled and beat.

They'll wonder who could have done this to her,

Their beautiful, Black Dahlia, no longer pure.

I lay her to rest peacefully in the park,

where no one shall disturb her while she sleeps in the dark,

She will be left alone, where no one shall hurt her,

Except me, her notorious murderer.