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.

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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.

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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." ...