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Amongst the
cobblestone clutter
stands a man, cloaked in kindness
that permeates from the surface,
his grin friendly,
so honest it gains instant trust,
the confidence when he thrusts out his hand
sucks you in with warmth almost like
a long lost friend re-united
his pale blue eyes sparkle with mirth
deep below, all there is, is dirt
knives slash, clubs bash, sharps sever, bars
that pry and lever decapitated heads,
thrill as his smiling eyes enjoy the dead
he owns no moral code,
he owes no sorry,
worry, for the ripper walks
worry, for the ripper stalks
worry, for the ripper is near
worry,
yes,
worry and fear.
Night, his home as he seeks
the next high
A whispered crunch on gravel, a hushed
footfall gavel sentencing her
within
his thoughts,
macabre sinister deeds,
black as pierced eyes,
delight at the tortured cries
"no more"
her screams raw,
real,
his to steal and treasure,
like the piece of her he'll take,
maybe a nipple this time.
small rustle, from stealthy
movement causes curtains
to shift
in pitch black.
he creeps, a human cockroach,
floor boards creak, he
pauses
breathless in waiting,
in here he seeks......
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