Lorenz

The dark dahlia

There\'s rain,wind and storm ,

november sunshine in summer,

the message of the loved one 

that will never dock 

at the quay of the mists ...

 There\'s the night, the shade and the cold 

like a reef prison in the open sea ...

 Amour has packed its suitcase for Los Angeles

reserving a death suite at the Aster motel 

where  an instant mentalist awaits ...

 Does desire  ooze the heavy alchemy of the black dahlia ?

 There\'s the weird, the wound  and the walls...What\'s left ?

  A torn flower as faded as life 

  an old  fantasy that bleeds 

  this key  looking for a door ...

  The poisoned  fruits of passion

  made me torn your  flesh ...

   My kingdom ! My kingdom for oblivion !

  There\'s always the vacuum after  a treble clef ...

   Merciful gibbet  offers me your criminal unctuousness !

Is love the ultimate journey of the black dahlia ?

   Don\'t ever come back ...