Jack the Ripper s widow

Vinegar and silk on pale lips,
The creak of floorboards in the midnight hours.
She washes the collars bone-white,
While the haze sways outside the window.
In the coat pocket — a steel chill,
In her hair — a mourning bindweed.
He gives her brooches from another's breast,
She whispers softly: "Sleep, don't leave."


Shadow on the wall — a curved knife,
An electric shiver runs down the skin!
London choked in thick jelly,
Her loyalty brews in a black cauldron!

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The Ripper's widow drinks bitter tea,
Dead doll, eternal goodbye!
Groove from the grave, dancing on bones,
His kiss is dust and fear!
Hey! Jack's come home!
Hey! He's yours forever!


Hidden beneath the floor is what rots,
In the bedroom, prayer is a pure scaffold.
She cleans the blade with an old broom,
Mixing tenderness with thick darkness.
In her mirrors — not her face,
But a red, slippery, evil ring.
Whitechapel sleeps, unaware of who
Is feeding the worms behind this window.


Rip it open! Stitch it up!
Drive it out! Strike!
She knows the taste of his dark sins,
The queen of madmen and butchers!
No excuses! No prayers!
Only the shine of her faithful, sharpened razors!



Припев
The Ripper's widow drinks bitter tea,
Dead doll, eternal goodbye!
Groove from the grave, dancing on bones,
His kiss is dust and fear!
Hey! Jack's come home!
Hey! He's yours forever!


She strokes his bloodied trail...
Oblivion for breakfast, a vow for dinner.
Jack's coming home, honey...
Jack's... home.