Disclaimer: Fred Abberline and Mary Kelly doesn't belong to me. Pitty ;-)
:o:A man of no importance :o:
The smoke of the opium pipe
Makes my senses fly
Weird feelings
Are filling my mind.
:o:
It's all over now
The absurd, bloody killing
Has stopped
The Ripper won't get a chance
To escape the prison
To escape the dark prison
Of his own mind.
:o:
But my soul is restless
Even in my dreams
I am haunted by her beautiful face
Her big, wide-awake eyes
Are looking at me
Wherever I go, whatever I do.
:o:
Inside me is longing
My heart wants me
To follow her and to live with her
For the rest of my life
But I can't
If I would go to her
I would sign her death sentence.
:o:
So I stay here all alone
But I still feel
Her lips on mine
Her body next to mine
Near, so near.
I still feel her red, curly hair
Tickling my skin
I still hear her rough and hoarse laughter.
:o:
The smile on her face
Is the last thing I see
In my weird visions
Caused by the smoke of the pipe
I am holding in my hand.
:o:
For me she is a princess
And always will be.
... "Good night, lovely prince." ...
