The Tabloid Killer

by The Poet Behind The Poems   Jul 12, 2011


31st of August 1888
Whitechapel
Londons east end

On the quiet streets in the shadows of the night
I lie in wait to fill the world with fright
No one is prepared for what they're about to endure
In my hand the hook is tightly secured.

A woman walks past I'm about to end her dreams
I cut her throat deep to shield the world from her screams
I striped her abdominal, unloaded her insides
I smile as the blood falls; I look straight in her eyes

I had no regrets, I will never feel scared
Her name was Marie Ann Nicolas but I just didn't care
She was just a hooker that worked the dirty streets
This wouldn't be my last, my work is not complete

10th of November 1888
Unknown location

I killed four more, each one more gruesome than the last
It sends my head spinning makes my heart beat fast
I believe that I'm the decider, the line between life and death
To be the last thing they see, hear them take their last breath.

You will never know who I am, you will never see my face
But you will always remember me I will never be erased
I hope that this letter is enough to make you shiver
Never forget my name always remember

Jack the Ripper

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  • 11 years ago

    by Marcy Lewis

    YES. I was wondering when I was going to read a specific piece of yours about Jack The Ripper. He had to have been one of, if not the, world's first serial killers. I used to read about him incessantly, and it's never failed to disgust and fascinate me.

    "You will never know who I am, you will never see my face
    But you will always remember me I will never be erased"

    ^And that is totally awesome. It's sick and disturbing that we don't know who he is. So trippy.

    Awesome write.

  • 12 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    You done a fantastic job. Jack the Ripper will always be remembered throughout history and this piece done it justice. You captured his thoughts and emotions wonderfully.

  • 13 years ago

    by The Queen

    Ok, I'd like to start first with your typos.

    No one is prepared for what there about to endure

    ^ they're

    A women walks past I'm about to end her dreams

    ^ A woman

    To be the last thing they see, hear them take there last breath.

    ^their

    Wow, I'm glad you've posted this, I wasnt aware, you write dark such as this. I think, this is one of the best Ive ever read from you. I loved how you arrange a series of events into a logical order so as to create the story from beginning to end perfectly. The ending was unbelievably great. Great job, Tony!

  • 13 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    This was a heart pounding write. Well executed and full of anticipation. Super
    Connie

  • 13 years ago

    by DirtRoadGirl

    I got shivers. You are really amazing 5/5

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