Let the
ripper
Tear away my
heart
Built in my
chest
Deep in
captivity
He forages
for new blood
Wanting fresh
for to fulfil
His thrill
Reaping is
his pill
Along he
drags
His shadow
Pulling it
around
Nothing exists
Only the
cries of an over populated crowd
As he tries
to pull me
Deeper into
his ways
I must
follow him now
I must not
betray
He expects
me to stay
Prisoner in
his shackles
Voices cause
chaos
Roaring in
his mind
Eyes never
close
He may as well
be blind
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