Jack the Ripper
cripple to mame
killers
Hall of Fame.
Stalker
Street walker
Prostituted love
fits like a
glove
A killer love.
Repeated
blows that's how
Stabbing goes.
In the heat of passion
repeat the stabbing
fashion.
Bloodstained dress
won't confess.
From around the corner
grab her
stab her
leave her on the slab.
Stalking the repeated
fashion
In the district of the red light
stalking the midnight
dim street lights.
Killing to repress
Stabbing
obsessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the picture you chose to go with this one. A good picture makes a poem better, I believe, so I don't post any poems without pictures anymore.
Totally agree I have posting pictures with poems ever since I've started writing about a year ago, thank you for your time.