Jack

Filled with spite He hides from the light Ready to rip - Ready to tear Merciless, without a care Prowling the streets like a pro He knows just where to go To find his next victim Wait for the dark lined eyes to dim Shell of another thrown to the ditch Never enough to scratch the itch Burning inside his mind is a flame No amount of death will tame Cycle of death and pain On his hands the permanent stain Dripping red He will not stop until he is dead Filling the streets with blood and gore Until he becomes naught but lore