They say I was a mad man, a monster in disguise,
But I was just a man, with darkness in my eyes.
My victims were my canvas, my knife a paintbrush,
Their screams, my symphony, each one a hush.
My legacy lives on, in the tales that are told,
Of a murderer so vile, so heartless and cold.
My victims, my muses, my deadly obsession,
Their lives I took, without any discretion.
So beware my friends, as you walk these streets,
For Jack the Ripper still roams and creeps.
And although I may be long gone, my legacy remains,
For I am Jack the Ripper, forever in these lanes.