you are puerile and deceptive
you caused me pain and agony
you caused me death and deception
you caused me fear and deceit
i will love you forever because of this...Jack the ripper...
Once you cross the dark temptation, you can never go back. It's like having your soul sucked from you in the face of death. You feel pain, agony, sadness, fear, and lonesome. These are the reasons people live, and why they die. They experience these things for reasons only god knows. We don't know how it feels to die for someone you love, because we are part of the living, not the dead. Life is meaningless to the dead. Life is a way of telling the cruel from the generous. Heaven and Hell. One has pearly gates, and one has no gates, but fire surrounding your soul, making you wish you were a perfect angel of God. I started with these facts for one good reason, and one good reason only. Once you finish this, you will understand life and how easily it can be lost...
Jack the ripper, a dark, evil, and feared person of the 1600's, looked at his next victim. Ms. Grayson, a former employee for Susana's produce stand by England's tavern. She lived alone, studied evil and dark practices with 3 other women. But the reason why she was first, was unknown to Jack. He felt something in his soul pull to her as they passed in the streets. Her daring eyes following his every move. Watching him as if he held the world's secret's all together.
Jack knew his bountiful soul was going to hell, like all thief's, crooks, and murderer's. From his first kill, he knew this was true. His inner nature was pulling away from him, making him a follower of pain and agony. He found this hard to believe, but he enjoyed watching people burning in the dark depth's of hell. He actually enjoyed watching people suffer in the eye's of god and all of his heavenly angel's. And the funny thing is, he didn't care at all.
But when he saw her, dark and evil as she was, he felt she knew who he was, and who he was meant to be in life. He wasn't a real person in the eye's of today's people, he was a cold blooded killer. A monster of Satan and his follower's. He shook his head, getting out of his flashback of that night, and continued walking down London's streets. From what he saw that night, no one was around town. Mostly everyone had heard about the one known as "jack the ripper" from people's stories and fables about made him smirk casually, even though it was a dark and treacherous thought. He would have to search for the mystery women tomorrow night...