In the Lightless Black

So i am going to explain this poem first What kind of poem would Jack the Ripper write so here goes oh the white of light on slivered knife as bone is met Bathe in warm pumped blood Beauty as i watch a person stop Slink my ink in the lightless black How long have i been lost in inspirations breathe cold blood taste of ironed fillings You are now my art my attempt not perfect yet something not missing but i must as moons bevel limps cobblestone alleyways My darkness say it to me come Just a thought