z_x_silas

irreversible

autumn of 1888
no animal is a mistake
my deformities create hate
while the police contemplate
ill hastily deliver your fate
theres no escape
my emotional state erodes like clay
as i stalk the nights for my pray
street walkers dismay
Whitechapel becomes my display
six women or more
filthy whores
i cant adore
watching with horror and fascination
destroying beauty with lacerations
the unfortunate my occupation
i am the omega of creation
and the alpha of damnation
i am your salvation
some may call this the destruction of human life
im just trying to purify the wife
with fear and strife
with terror and a knife
i have no shame for myself
so i name myself...

the Ripper

--Z.Silas Herrera