The Ripper

Seven sighs and one short goodbye
No words again good enough to speak together
But by ignoring me and my own stupidity
You have cut through the final tether
Now with this hungry shadow weighing over me
Closer to death than I have ever been
But why does it want to take me
When it could swallow you into obscurity

So much more of life you have to show
Yet still whine for more
Five fold less than the crops I have grown
Still listening to you complain
Greedy, discontented whore?

Wasted so much on you
Lost all sense of time
Words to paper written for you
Blood strown from my penned finger
Would only be a waste of rhyme

Pour on lightless shadow
Consuming all essence of me
While it dines I'll scream to you
All my obscenities
Not to leave my life own
Not satisfied with your fucked up own

Run and hurt with your vanity
Mock and slander till I'm short on tears
Staring on silently
Fall for those of older years
Apologise I did, you never will
Nor can I turn away from you
Dissalowing all forms of forgiveness
But still sipping wine from your sunday pew

How sweet and innocent you smile
How you project a perfect creature
Manipulating underskin of a witch
And all its devils features
But everyone would rather believe you
A beckoning siren on a silent ocean
Then discard the stories of a half-eaten sailor
Drunk on her love potion