Whitechapel Nights

Featured art by LH Grey

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Ladytron “Deadzone”

The night air was bitter
Suggestively so
With molest to its tone
In address set to choke
Cobblestone streets wore the sleet of mystique
While the mist steeped the chill in the air of despair

Midst the drift of steampunk whispers
Were reverberating echoes of resistance
This had been the scene of a crime so obscene that time seemed to stall each time nightfall reprised
No one had seen with a visitor’s eyes what the screams actualized into absolute fright

One kiss before dying
One last gasped delight
One touch was enough
While the next proved too much
To the cobblestone strewn
Slew of guts
Jutting wounds
Rumoured once
Highly strung
All at once
Come undone

The night air was bitter
Relentlessly so
Just as it had been on that cold November evening
Exceeding one whole century ago
When the Whitechapel streets ran deep red in bled streams
As each senseless death was documented Compliments of He

‘Twas a mystery then
‘Tis no less of one now
For the whispers are swift to suggest of his prowl
With a steep of mystique
Midst the air of despair
He is there
In the here
In the now
Shall declare no airs and graces as he chases you down

No one shall see with a visitor’s eyes what the screams actualize into absolute fright
One kiss before dying
One last gasped delight
One touch not enough
For up next comes the snuff
To the cobblestone strewn
Slew of guts
Jutting wounds
All at once
Come undone
As deep red in bled streams the streets run