The Ghost of the Dahlia

A killer who craves the spotlight, finds that guilt is attention he can't cope with.

I am the victim, and the afterlife celebrity  You took my life, and created a new one  I cannot live it, and the choices aren’t mine  They call me “The Dahlia”, a loss in her prime.  The cameras they flash, as you enter the court  You’re a living nightmare, infamous by name  That’s what you wanted, the attention and fear  My spirit sits by the jury, whilst shedding a tear.  I have no power, just a longing for justice  My soul is trapped, until guilty you’re found  You’ve forgotten about me, collateral damage in your plan  Yet the whisper of “The Dahlia” and shivers they ran.  For you have a disease, you didn’t plan on receiving  The illness of guilt, it was aging you fast The night before the verdict and the cameras were flashing  You took your life early, and my shackles went crashing…….

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Loved the last stanza so much, so much imagery and deth,
Love the rhyme scheme and flow. You are very talented.
I enjoy your writes.