Born in a Fever

Fired anticipation, burns within me.
Revealed in illness, at infancy.

Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher`s cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let death be quick.
Gaslit street, a butchers trick.

Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher`s cleaver.
Your mind is bled, hunger`s been fed.

Every woman`s body par`, to some it`s meat, to me it`s art.
I`ve taken my need, left her my seed.
Autumn of terror, white chapel homicides.
Addiction for suffering, for all the whores that died.

"...I send you half the kidney I took...the other I preserved...I may
send the bloody knife that took it out, if only you wait a while longer"

Reveling at Lustmord, the second part of me.
Foreplay with a scalpel blade, my sexual activity.

Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher`s cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let death be quick.
Gaslit street, a butchers trick.