Cobble Stone Roads, Sconces and Barrels(a pitiful try at the perspective of Jack the Ripper)

A smooth walk through the cobble stoned road.. As if a wisp of smoke, Filled with consciousness. The barrels and sconces.. Line the road With a bunch of whores.. Filling the corners and hotels. Who will be mine, On this night.. Of such a melancholy temperance. All of these.. Too ripe to take, In this type of state. An aged sacrifice.. Is needed To get rid of this feeling.. There’s those eyes... That have escaped me so many a time before On nights like this. Filled with such “desire” Looking for a pretty penny.. You wench.. Here’s that pretty penny.. You’ve been looking for, Tonight. And as I flash a silver coin, That “desire” changes to greed.. Another one.. For another night. Bring you to the back of an alley, Bend you over one of those barrels.. I’m sure its been used before Here’s the last piece of metal you will earn.. And I slide the steel out of my cane. Bring it across your neck.. And slash away your pitiful life. You died in greed.. And I’m living in filth.. In regret. I run back to the mansion.. And stay away from lights, The blood is covering my hands. Hurry to the bath.. Before anyone can see. Ah.. peach soap.. Just like Lady Macbeth said.. A little water will wash it away. I know I’ll be caught someday.. And this lifestyle can be kissed goodbye But ridding the earth of that filth.. Covering my body.. Is so rewarding. They weren’t going to live much longer.. In the first place So I’ll make sure my script is perfect And the smell of peaches is perpetual.. Until the next night. Until the next chance..trying someone elses view.. who i dont even know.. hah, so be kind please. Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 01:53 PM PST   10 • 0