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Until the Ripper Comes
Even if she was numerical I could not summon the patience
To count on her
In my feeble adolescents
This too came and went
What if what if what if
We stall the ending for a spell
Until hell catches up
by then again the flames are here
Should the night be still
Or overactive in my imagination
Because I'm not the sober boy
And you, the somber girl
Shed me soon enough like a snake will slip out
And be caught slithering hypnotic
All ablaze in the haze of hellfire
We forget to forgive
Once we were crystal
Fine wine masked in fermentation
Elegance most romantic
By all hours seeping scorn
Count to one thousand
Wring me on the bedside
When night time is breathing irrational
Smashed and we looked like angels
Trade me spaces
This one might be mine
But I've the mind to choose
Now that I'm older over here
You put me here for what
A late night rendition
Of every good time I've ever wasted
A season of lost souls in teams of two
Until the ripper comes
Or the bags are stretched in leather
I'll come along again
When the beds are fine cotton feather
In your use of the word
In your use of the word "ripper," were you referring to "Jack?"
J-Called
Not Exactly
I was alluding to death without being too forward.
"Where do you go when nowhere feels like home?"-FBMF
Thank you for the
Thank you for the clarification.
J-Called