Ripper

This Poem Comes From My Darker Side. This is just a proto-type

Two little w****s dead in a ditch
their insides removed and sowed up with a cross stitch
Scavengers have ate away at the flesh
leaving behind leftovers to taint the air that was fresh

Five w****s slashed under a bridge
one survived and told what the killer said
I am the Ripper and to kill is a sin
but once you are dead I will vanish like the wind

Reviews

[Riding the Rainbow]

wow..very dark..raw.
very well written..

[Dante Thomas]

This is just a rough draft or proto-type. I am working on improving it.