Jack the Ripper

The freshly slain figure lays silent on the chilled ground
Her ambiguous hangman walks away into the fog after cutting her throat and mutilating her corpse.
One kidney he stole from her body
And one more gruesome article in the paper

Only minutes too late, police arrive
Blood pooled around the body and splashed on the boots of the law
A red low-cut top and a black mini skirt were the only life left to this victim.
A prostitute, she was.
And not the first to have been destroyed around here.
Here, in Whitechapel, London.

So beautiful she was
A perfect contrast against the black night
Her skin grew paler and stiffer
The blood was free from her used body
Her eyelids dark and blackening
Arms bruised from struggling
Beautiful and perfect the murder was

Sold her body to the sex-hungry men
And now she has sold her body to Jack
Sold her body to a murdering man
And now she can’t get it back.

The hangman is off to slay again
With the many a tool he had bought
He is off to rid the streets of call girls
For he will never be caught