Jack the Ripper

As night falls my duty calls.

Out to the streets where the scum sleep.

The cold air lifts my step to the dark alley.

There they wait, like pray. So tempting to exterminate them all at once.

Oh but I’m to smart for that, I don’t want the fame. Their for I’ll never be tame.

You fuckers haven’t got a clue. You’ll never know who…

Her words slur in my ear, she is vile, this may take a while…

She doesn’t even scream. Only a gurgle as she chokes on her contaminated blood.

Every twist and turn of my knife brings me to my knees. They don’t deserve to exist.

Why leave her intact, what’s the fun in that?

I’ll leave here without a clue, only a name.
I Am Jack the Ripper… Catch Me If You Can.
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Parts of the poem was taken from letters of Jack the Ripper.