Thoughts of People Insane: Jack the RipperA Poem by The Seeker of ThoughtsThe thoughts of Jack the Ripper.
Cold and dark is the night.
Alone with moon's pale light. Into shadows I faded. No particular someone I awaited. Time passed before one came. Shake my head at courtesans shame. Into darkness went her muffled scream. This was everything I had dreamed. She is not deflowered, Instead disemboweled. Limb from limb rip her apart, Splatter blood; good art. Rending flesh; good feeling. Even better! Life stealing! Her body shredded lain all about, All in silence never a shout. Rabid hands ripped muscle, snapped bone. Tomorrow, my name is known. Clean the scene, clear my head, Woman is dead, moon is red. Leave no trail for them to find. Leave my art, appall the mind. No more stripper. Only Jack the Ripper.
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11 Reviews Added on September 26, 2017 Last Updated on September 28, 2017 AuthorThe Seeker of ThoughtsGAAboutI am like you. I am an architect of thoughts. I am no lesser and no greater than any of you. I want to read all that people write. For even the shortest of writings can provoke thoughts. Let us all wr.. more..Writing
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