30 December 2012
Loner's are such easy prey, letting me close to you, death will be your stay.
I've gone by many names, Jack is my favorite by far, you will find my presence, waiting at a local bar.
Woman of the night, are my favorite delight.
No one cares what happens to them, do you think of my actions, they would condemn?
Dissecting with such precision, a form of flesh and art, if screams fill the air, the slice of the throat is where I start.
Although I know not why ripper was added to my name, my scalpels cut clean, a precise killing machine.
Her face is so beautiful, a vision to behold, a trophy I may keep, in my cellar abode.
Shadows track my movements, no one has every seen my face, the gas street lamps my only witness, blood causes my adrenaline to race.
This I will continue, it is a service I provide, cleaning the streets of sin, my anger will never subside.
The Razor's Edge • Opuss № I