by Matthew Wilson
I have had dark moments since I escaped that hospital filled with fools who didn’t grasp my greatness, so I had to burn them.
I wished to run into the light, but Whitechapel only has darkness and more laughing women who do not appreciate me.
The doctors I burned? I have murdered for necessities—like clothes—borrowed a dead man’s name, but still my head is filled with horrid thoughts.
But I will prove those dead doctors wrong, I will try to be human, something free and undeserving of cages.
Gentleman Jack, even if I do have frequent dark moments.