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.