Nov. 9th, 1888
After the midnight hour...
The fog holds an eerie glow this night,
as it thickens and rolls into the darkened city streets.
In my home I pace back and forth beyond a mirror,
overwhelmed again by my urges.
I hear the voices in my head, provoking and tempting me.
I have no self control battling these demons within.
These evil voices had a face,
and it was my reflection, in the mirror.
With an evil grin, my reflection speaks to me of such
sinful acts I must take, and it arrouses me.
I feel the rush of blood filling below as I touch
and stroke my erection.
Longing to penetrate a woman's wet warmth,
of a bloody crimson fuck.
My impulses has reached a high,
I could not bear it any longer.
I dress myself in the finest attires yet again,
for another special occasion.
The demon in the reflection smiles at me and speaks,
"It is time to Display the art of your work upon beautiful flesh once more."
And so,
Into the city streets I went,
emerging from within the fog.
I walked along the main street where it was busy.
Filled with the high class, the rich and the poor,
Drunks, whores and people of all sorts.
The police were around as well, making their rounds
securing the areas, maintaining control.
There was singing, dancing and gambling in various
pubs and fancy parlors. There was all kinds of
entertainment and it was where everyone would go,
for a good time.
I kept walking, passing whores up the street
as I walked by. Some offered to fuck me for a shilling
and some for as little as a few pences.
But they were the lowest of the low harlots,
straight from the slums.
However,
what I was looking for, was a special one.
So I continued walking further along this busy strip,
away from the crowd and work houses, deeper into
non busier streets, where police made no rounds.
It started to rain heavily,
but I saw the perfect woman I was looking for from a distance,
standing alone just outside a darkened alley.
I walked up to her and we talked and laughed for a while.
A pathetic charade I hated playing,
when all I want to do is kill the bitch.
Finally,
I gave her a pound as payment and she insisted
we go to the end of the alley that led to a parlor
where she rented a room. A place called miller's court.
I put on my white felt gloves and followed her as she
escorted me into her room.
As we stepped in, I immediately close the door and
started to strangle her from behind with a rope.
She had the chance to yell out "Oh Murder!"
But I tightened the grip restricting her
from crying out again. Her face turned purple
as red vessels branched out and filled the whites
of her eyes. Her life was escaping.
It was the face of death.
I lay her lifeless body on the bed and made
sure I locked the door.
My cock was hard now and the blood flowed
filling every inch of me.
The voices in my head tells me to fuck her.
But I had other evil extremes in mind.
I take off my long overcoat and opened
the parcel I had hidden in it, taking out my
favorite tool for mutilation.
A razor sharp curved blade.
I cut and tear her clothes off and
spreaded her legs. Her wet clitoris glistened
and I saw the light sparkle off my blade that
casted a beautiful reflection, gleaming over
her naked body. Her pale skin is just what my blade needs.
I cut deeply within her skin, gutting her from chest
right down to her wet beautiful vulva.
I enter the curved blade inside her vagina as
I pulled and ripped away her clitoris.
Blood spurted all about, soaking the bed and sheets.
I was aroused by this immensely. I had to take off my pants
and lower my under briefs to touch myself.
I dipped my hand in her warm blood that flowed
from her flesh, lubricating my hard swelled cock.
My eyes roll up in sinful lust and it feels
so good as I masturbate.
Reaching that ultimate orgasm I ejaculate
as my sperm shoots all over her bloody
body and on top of her pretty face.
The demon speaks,
"Was it good for you as it was for me?"
I get dressed and realize
her face is too pretty to leave unharmed.
So I decide to rip away at her face with
my blade pulling apart the skin from her skull,
all to a grotesque unrecognizable level.
I was in a frenzy at this point listening to
the voices inside. I continue to hack away
at her body as well, slicing and amputating
her breasts and further ripping and tearing
open her torso, laying out her internal organs.
She was ripped to bloody shreds and It was beautiful.
The entire world will remember this ghastly murder.
I leave my signature beside the body
as like with all of them, leaving a written
letter inked in red.
I gather myself and exit the room.
The heavy rain has stopped
and the swirling thick fog appeared once again,
drifting into the city streets.
And into the thick fog I went,
vanishing,
like a ghost...
without a trace.
No one has ever seen my face.
But the world will always remember my name
Jack The Ripper
Author notes
Sorry about the color being so dim making it hard to read, but if somebody can tell me how to change it I would appreciate it, cause it is getting to me too, it is a bit difficult to read...let alone it (story) being disturbing!
Written September 9th, 2005
A contest entry
- Death,cutting, dark, bring it on!! by HisDarlingDisaster.
301 points, ended November 4, 2006, 26 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Inside the Mind of Madness by Synthetic-Nightmare.
1500 points, ended January 25, 2008, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Darker Poetry Contest II by -BlackKnight-.
300 points, ended April 8, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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WOW......
THIS IS FUCKIN BRILLIANT!
And i have to say, you reallyd id your research for this one. Either that or you're JUST AS FASCINATED by the ripper as i am and already knew this stuff!!!!!
MAN THAT GUY IS FUCKIN AMAZING!!!!!
Thankyou sooooo much for your entry, it was WORTH IT
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First of all, I would like to apologize for not judging this contest sooner. The reason for the delay is that I became very ill and was not able to even sit up long enough to read a poem. But now that I have recovered I will be judging the entries as fast as possible.
Sex, blood and rain. Yep, this is a good poem! Vey dark, very disturbing. I like the way it played out like a story. And the whole insanity thing is always a plus.
Good luck on the contest!
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Don't be embarrssed, just because your writing is out of mainstream, it is brilliant, I really understand the attraction to the challange of writing from a veiwpoint so far from our own. I do it sometimes too though I know I am a good person.
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Fantastic write
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LMAO
I don't think he did toss off
It was just an idea angle I put in there.
But I guess what I was trying to do,
like the sicko serial killers these days would get arroused when they killed someone, I was trying to also mix in there, that jack could have possibly ....well....jacked off
But someone did say before, that they wouldn't doubt that he probably did have sexual arrousal when he murdered. Nothing was ever at the scene of those murders. But he could have gone home after these murders and pleasured himself somehow.
Thank you for your comment I really do appreciate that very much.
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wowwww.amazing.i didn't know jack actually jacked off during it though.you are deffinately gonna win.good luck
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LMAO oh no, you're not the sicko I was referring to. I entered this into another contest before, and wouldn't you believe it,
they wanted necrophilia, incest, rape, death , murder, blood and gore, the whole nine yards, and I entered this to that contest and lost! go figure!!
Yea I'm not really into the rape and necrophilia or incest writing.
But thought what the heck!
Well ty for accepting it, yes even if jackie boy has been decades in the past, I thought at least this was a dark write to enter let alone he was a serial killer.
And who knew what his motivations were, and maybe yes he was sexualy excited during these brutal slayings, but then again, who really knows.
Damn, I should have thought about writing one about jeffrey dahmer
that was one sick puppy.
thnx for the comment
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hey! where did I ask for necrophilia in my contest?!?!
great imagery, Jack aint from the last five decades but I will let that go, good luck with this (but stop passing me off as the sicko! I may have started the contest but you decided to enter!)
most psychologist seem to think that Jack's crimes werent sexual in nature, but this is a good angle on it, and I'm sure the sicko got home and Jacked off.
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Let's talk about... OMG... Holding out on someone... you said I was holding out on you when in fact dear you are guilty of the exact same thing... you ARE a SICKIE just like ME!
What a wonderful write... the imagery was right on and the story flowed very smoothly...
S~
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oh my god!!! I can't believe you read this!!
Now I am totally embarrassed!
Cause this is quite sick!
I normally don't write like this. I do however write horror, but it usually doesn't involve erotica or sexual content.
OMG I sometimes wonder what certain people think of me when they read this stuff! I'm really a nice guy, but isn't that how hannibal lecter was too?
So who really know huh? lol
No you are correct about the film that this reminds you of. It's the one with johnny depp and yes he was the one who overdosed on a drug called opium. The movie was called "From Hell"
This was a pretty cool movie and yes it was a bit gruesome too.
Ty very much for your comment, I will add you as well.
I look forward to reading some of your work too!!!
I still can't believe you read this!!
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I loved this,reminds me of a film... but I can't remember which one lol maybe it was one about Jack the Ripper... its that film where he kills whores and gives them grapes to tempt them into his carriage, with the really nice detective guy who makes sure the dead have the fare to pay the ferryman as they enter the land of the dead... but he does drugs and he dies... wait a minute is that even a film? I'm really not with it tonight! But this was a fantastic write, which is strange because from your comments I gather you don't like this style of poetry ... and yet you're very good at it! lol... Anyway I better get off AP before I talk about something else random... very bad day today lol, but you appear to be very talented, so I'll add you as a favourite, if thats ok, and look forward to reading more of your work... when I'm in a better frame of mind!
xx Katie xx
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ok...um...wow! you really got into his mind, i became him as i was reading this...ok now i need to shower after locking up all the doors and windows. creepy!
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NOOooooooooooooooooo
Ididn't want you to read this , whaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
I should have warned you!
Cause I told a few AP friends not to look into the new poem that I entered specifically in a dark, and if you ask me, SICK demented contest. They even wanted Necrophilia, ewwwwwww. But I thought what can be sicker than jack the ripper?
so I gave it a shot.
OMG, I can't believe you read this!!! (slaps heads) GAHD!!!!
Hey don't click that delete button in favorites, I'm really a nice guy
see? the smile says it all
Oh cripes!!!
(runs very far away)
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This is a very disturbing poem. No one would ever put killing and masterbating in someones blood bluntly. Except you. I have never read a poem like this. Ilike this poem alot. Hope that did not sound to weird considering the poem topic.
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lol true it may be predictable, ty vocal for your comment
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um....ohhhhhhK
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It's A Write
It's not a bad poem... However, the ending was totally predictable. Very educational though and insightful.
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