Night after
night
i hunt for him,
Still he
remains a mystery.
Maybe he
isn't a person at all.
Maybe the
night is punishing them
Killing its
own women
Maybe he IS
a man, But
How could a
man be so cold?
Maybe it is
something darker.
Satan walks
the streets
One step ahead
of us.
Stalking,
Slashing,
Mutilating,
The chase
will never end,
Man cannot
capture
what god has cast off.
Dont forget to read the other two Jack the Ripper poems : from his beautiful victims point of view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/footsteps.html, and from Jack's own view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/fear-and-loathing-in-london.html
Dont forget to read the other two Jack the Ripper poems : from his beautiful victims point of view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/footsteps.html, and from Jack's own view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/fear-and-loathing-in-london.html
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