The Black Dahlia Haunting Page #3

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Steven Cordell...

my Grandfather...

The man who took your life...

That was never me...

I love you. She won't

follow us anymore...

Harder...

Oh god...OH GOD...

Oooh God...oh God...

MMF!

Ha ha!

What?

I can feel her.

Elizabeth.

I feel her inside of me...

Screaming...

She tells me...

To hurt the ones that hurt me...

Just like she did with Tyler.

AHHHHHH!!

OH MY FACE!!

Our father raped us,

just like your grandfather did

with Elizabeth.

She and I...

We're just like any other girl.

Deep down inside...

We can't get enough of the

bad things you do to us.

She wants you.

I want you.

Forever.

UGH!

Again.

UGH!

Ha ha ha ha.

Yeah!

I like it, come on.

COME ON!

OH!

Is that all you got? Come on

you weak son of a b*tch, give it

to me.

GIVE IT TO ME!

Come on! Please.

You can't get it up! You wanted

to touch me! You got me right

now!

Come on you son of a b*tch.

Do it!

F***...my...face!

DO IT!

F***...f*** me...GO!

F***!

Come on! Come on! Do it!

Ohhh. AHHHHH!!!

DO IT!

Elizabeth wanted me

to tell you something.

Elizabeth wanted me to tell you

that you remind her

of someone.

That you remind her

of your GRANDFATHER.

All backed up...and

you still can't cum.

HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

F***ing son of a b*tch.

UGH!

I guess I got lucky.

I can tell it

anywhere, anytime

I can smell it in your smile,

nothing's wrong

I can make it anywhere

but we want what you say

I can call it anything

but what you are

I can chuck it anywhere

but where you are

I can think of anything

but what you want

I'm gonna break your sunshine,

girl

It feels like

the cruellest love

It's taking me, breaking me

Smells of a perfect lust

Taking me, breaking me

Your brains are a filthy lie

It's taking me, breaking me

I can talk it anytime

or anywhere

But I can make you hate

yourself when people stare

I can talk for days

where you get nothing through

I print that pain big now

I can be a doctor

with my Persian foot

I can be a hero

when the scabbing takes

I can be the trauma thing

you never are

I'm gonna break your sunshine,

girl

It feels like

the cruellest love

It's taking me, breaking me

Smells of a perfect lust

Taking me, breaking me

Your brains are a filthy lie

It's taking me, breaking me

Just a moment,

I'm not getting it

Not getting it

Up the wall

I'm not getting it

Not getting it

I'm not getting it

I'm just kidding

Jump from up,

I'm just kidding

Chances are I'm just kidding

Vince Vaughn,

I'm just kidding

My advise to you

I can make

more scabs for you

My brains are sailed

by Troys

Get off my mountain, boy

Sunday is gloomy,

my hours are slumber-less

Dearest, the shadows I live

with are numberless

Little white flowers

will never awaken you

Not where the black coach

of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought

of ever returning you

Would they be angry

if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy is Sunday

in shadows I spend it all

My heart and I

have decided to end it all

Soon, there'll be candles and

prayers that are sad, I know

Let them not weep, let them

know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream for,

in death, I'm caressing you

With the last breath of my

soul, I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

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