Peace of mind.
I stalk the streets in search of prey.
My inner voices force me to,
Im not yet certain of my way
nor what I am supposed to do.
I have no fear, my voices know
and they will guide me on my quest.
At present I just watch although
In time Ill have to face the test.
I watch the brazen women flaunt
their bodies as they crudely taunt.
Young innocents to try their wares
Impervious to my hostile stares.
My purpose is becoming clear.
The inner voices which I hear,
declare that Im the chosen one.
The task I must embark upon.
A simple plan to cleanse the streets
of prostitutes who walk their beats.
In bold defiance of the law.
This is the task I was born for.
All decent women I respect
their sordid sisters they reject.
Im sure that theyd agree with me.
That I should kill them ruthlessly.
These painted ladies of the night
by their habits have lost the right
to taint the air with their foul breath.
The answer lies in quick clean death.
This very night I made a start
I killed and with a gladsome heart.
Her great mistake she approached me
I strangled her with quiet glee
and left her body on display.
For she had sinned and had to pay.
My guardian angel watches me
hers are the only eyes that see.
A quiet man and neatly dressed
I go about my task with zest.
Nobody ever suspects me
such a harmless non entity.
The police increase their foot patrols
to protect these thrice damned souls
The media in their frenzy
have coined a nick name just for me
The silent strangler seems to fit.
Although I am not proud of it,
I do not seek publicity
alas it has been thrust on me.
As I pursue my sacred cause
to rid the streets of painted whores
I only kill the ones Im sure
whose way of life makes them impure.
The innocent have nought to fear.
A fact that I make very clear.
Each scarlet woman that I slay
I leave a note on her to say.
She was a filthy prostitute
who I have had to execute.
Because of her ungodly ways,
I chose to end her earthly days.
How strange the publics attitude
where I expected gratitude.
I find I am reviled instead
and that most people wish me dead.
My latest score is fifty one
I fear my task is nearly done.
I must confess my voices say
to show the world the one true way.
To make the city safe for men
to walk untempted once again.
All of the killings I admit
They dont believe a word of it.
I cant convince them though I try,
they will not take me seriously.
Although I can quote dates and times
the where and when of all my crimes.
They simply do not want to know
and forcibly Im told to go.
They simply cannot spare the time
for fools who confess every crime.
This seems to be unfair to me
For I should pay some penalty
instead of which I am ignored
by tired coppers who are bored.
With false confessions every time
they must investigate a crime.
They classify me with these cranks.
For all my efforts theres no thanks.
In desperation I confess
to some reporters from the press.
When they check my story out
theyre left without a shred of doubt.
That Ive done, what I say Ive done
I am in fact the guilty one.
I am arrested and detained.
It is as if I have regained
all of my hard earned self respect.
No longer seen as a reject,
now they accept my storys true.
I get the credit, which is due.
Im seen as a celebrity
a touch of notoriety.
And yet they do not seem impressed
when I inform them of my quest.
They dont know what to make of me
nor are they sure if I might be.
A madman seeking lasting fame
or am I simply making game.
Examined by psychiatrists
and all the leading alienists.
Whose diagnoses disagree
because they arent equipped to see.
Im just a very simple man
chosen to carry out a plan
By powers which I cant resist,
thats all I am I must insist.
They will keep me locked up of course
I have no feelings of remorse.
I did the task I had to do
my inner voices told me to.
I am quite happy here inside
I have no thoughts of suicide
My task complete I rest content,
for I have nothing to repent.
Jan-06
I stalk the streets in search of prey.
My inner voices force me to,
Im not yet certain of my way
nor what I am supposed to do.
I have no fear, my voices know
and they will guide me on my quest.
At present I just watch although
In time Ill have to face the test.
I watch the brazen women flaunt
their bodies as they crudely taunt.
Young innocents to try their wares
Impervious to my hostile stares.
My purpose is becoming clear.
The inner voices which I hear,
declare that Im the chosen one.
The task I must embark upon.
A simple plan to cleanse the streets
of prostitutes who walk their beats.
In bold defiance of the law.
This is the task I was born for.
All decent women I respect
their sordid sisters they reject.
Im sure that theyd agree with me.
That I should kill them ruthlessly.
These painted ladies of the night
by their habits have lost the right
to taint the air with their foul breath.
The answer lies in quick clean death.
This very night I made a start
I killed and with a gladsome heart.
Her great mistake she approached me
I strangled her with quiet glee
and left her body on display.
For she had sinned and had to pay.
My guardian angel watches me
hers are the only eyes that see.
A quiet man and neatly dressed
I go about my task with zest.
Nobody ever suspects me
such a harmless non entity.
The police increase their foot patrols
to protect these thrice damned souls
The media in their frenzy
have coined a nick name just for me
The silent strangler seems to fit.
Although I am not proud of it,
I do not seek publicity
alas it has been thrust on me.
As I pursue my sacred cause
to rid the streets of painted whores
I only kill the ones Im sure
whose way of life makes them impure.
The innocent have nought to fear.
A fact that I make very clear.
Each scarlet woman that I slay
I leave a note on her to say.
She was a filthy prostitute
who I have had to execute.
Because of her ungodly ways,
I chose to end her earthly days.
How strange the publics attitude
where I expected gratitude.
I find I am reviled instead
and that most people wish me dead.
My latest score is fifty one
I fear my task is nearly done.
I must confess my voices say
to show the world the one true way.
To make the city safe for men
to walk untempted once again.
All of the killings I admit
They dont believe a word of it.
I cant convince them though I try,
they will not take me seriously.
Although I can quote dates and times
the where and when of all my crimes.
They simply do not want to know
and forcibly Im told to go.
They simply cannot spare the time
for fools who confess every crime.
This seems to be unfair to me
For I should pay some penalty
instead of which I am ignored
by tired coppers who are bored.
With false confessions every time
they must investigate a crime.
They classify me with these cranks.
For all my efforts theres no thanks.
In desperation I confess
to some reporters from the press.
When they check my story out
theyre left without a shred of doubt.
That Ive done, what I say Ive done
I am in fact the guilty one.
I am arrested and detained.
It is as if I have regained
all of my hard earned self respect.
No longer seen as a reject,
now they accept my storys true.
I get the credit, which is due.
Im seen as a celebrity
a touch of notoriety.
And yet they do not seem impressed
when I inform them of my quest.
They dont know what to make of me
nor are they sure if I might be.
A madman seeking lasting fame
or am I simply making game.
Examined by psychiatrists
and all the leading alienists.
Whose diagnoses disagree
because they arent equipped to see.
Im just a very simple man
chosen to carry out a plan
By powers which I cant resist,
thats all I am I must insist.
They will keep me locked up of course
I have no feelings of remorse.
I did the task I had to do
my inner voices told me to.
I am quite happy here inside
I have no thoughts of suicide
My task complete I rest content,
for I have nothing to repent.
Jan-06
