Your neck looks sleek and slender…
Very much that of your superior gender…
Pale white skin draped over muscle..
Oh how I will soon enjoy our brief tussle!

The blood in your body is hidden and warm…
Soon it will gush like the sea in a storm…
If only you knew and you stand on the corner …
Pity that soon no one will mourn her!

I wander close by, picking up your scent…
While you make the money needed for this cold night’s rent;
The blade in my jacket is ready and keen,
Will it first puncture a lung…or the spleen…

The common people scurry about their dull lives,
Unaware of the terror I’ll bring to their wives…
As I approach, you bump into a Gent,
Selling your soul a worn weathered cent!

You’ve escaped for this time, and I bid you goodnight...
Your neck remains whole and fully upright,
Luck favoured you, your Gent saved your life…
I’ll look elsewhere to satiate my knife!

Oh how I wish, I could have set you free…
And felt your life end in front of me!
Ill find a new lover with whom to play games,
Under the light of the gaslight’s dull flames…