Jack Speaks
Although intoxicated within ethereal madness;
bound within the chains of this soulless prison.
I'm desperately in love with this Gothic sadness;
whilst staring into a fog of disheartened reason.
Walking and stalking through dark rancid streets;
stopping for pints, now the pain's finally receding.
Through smoke and crowds; reverent and discreet.
A bottle to the abyss, now heartless and bleeding.
Watch the frightened view my new lifeless prize;
found there in the dark of a White Chapel lane.
A gutter splashed in blood; wasted faceless lives;
I feel not of blame, nor absolved of pious shame.
A grave awaits all that tempt this pattered wraith
from the streets of lust, to the arches of festoon
stealing their souls whilst courting a devilish faith
I'm in love with blood of all devoid of a moon.
Muffled be the moans through all incised dreams;
Inhale a swirling mind while exhaling into hell.
Humming in rhyme of timed whispered screams.
Clock chimes bye, so off go I, leaving now as well.
1/28/2021
Murder In The Tunnel Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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