Ripped tights, holy knees
Bow in prayer, let her please.
She'll worship you for money
In the dark, where he heavily breathes
Watching,
Watching,
Watching...
Stalking girls who wear torn stockings,
Slit their throats, blood bubbles while they're coughing-
Begging him, but there is no stopping
Ripping them to shreds until they are nothing;
Just a ***** in the street,
Grotesque and appalling.
Mutilated body,
Embodying the evils
Of the district of the angels
The impoverished Whitechapel.
A disappearing devil,
Whose name brandished hell.
Leaving his mark in the shivers
And the chills.

-SLuR