The Black Dahlia Murder

Conspiring with the damned,
Contact the other side,
Converse with the deceased,
Corrupt your virgin mind,
We cannot comprehend.
A cold dead in between the roaming spirit world where the living do not see.
“It’s just a game.”
Revealing horrid secrets,
Identity unknown,
What started out in innocence,
With evil it has grown.
The opening of gateways obscene,
The ancient horror on this evening will unfold,
A wretched curse on thine own family,
You’ll wish the dead you’d never sought to know.
Decrypting the words of the deceased,
Of molestations of murder and disease.
Hatred fueled by a searing jealousy,
Forever fleshless,
Enshamed they long to be.