I watch you leave your dingy flat each day
hide in the shadows with my cigarette,
your legs parade in trashy black fishnet
such evil thoughts I wish would go away.
Your perfume drifts infecting on the wind
head high and proud you pass without a glance,
my eyes are held as if caught in a trance
forgetting all the times that you have sinned.
So unaware are you lost in your thought
if you could only see what rage you cause,
oh how I long to rip away the gauze
for all the plans I made have come to nought.
I follow you down dirty streets of woe
where punters of the night offer their hope,
in shadows of deceit and hands that grope
and malice is allowed to come and go.
A line so thin you tread this fatal night
with not a clue your life is winding down,
stained fingertips of nicotine are brown
another cigarette to make things right.
I know that any minute you will stop
my face will bring back memories of pain,
and as you scream your mouth will catch the rain
before I smile and watch you slowly drop.
Author notes
Option 2
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Comments
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This reminds me of The Ripper.
One of my favorite killers, might I add.
Amazing write.
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A very good, dark, and creepy poem.
All the best in the contest
Love you
Suz
xxx
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My
Cold hard facts of life. Perhaps a chin smoking street walkers worst nightmare. The Ripper like thoughts that pass through my mind. A wonderfully dark write dear poet.
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