All these bodies
Everyone knows
Is my artwork
From head to toes
Blood Red, Scarlet
and Crimson
Filling the streets
of London
But even if
They end up dead
I feel alive
That's what they've read
I'm known yet still
I remain cloaked
By the shadows
Still overlooked
None shall ever
Ever find me
I am too good
For I am thee
Jack the Ripper
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Poems
PoetryJust something that explains my feelings, my thoughts, and whats going on around me. Most of the poems in this won't even rhyme so don't expect a masterpiece. Enjoy <3
