She’s lost after she steps off the train,
Venturing to find a distant, unknown lover.
He sees her then, his lonely victim Jane.

He encircles her, rough like a rusted chain,
And repeats the charade, saying he loves her.
Words gasp and heave under the falling rain.

Gazing at her pale neck, her pulsing vein,
He slips his hand silently around the cleaver,
And bleeds her then, his lonely victim Jane.

Blood splashes and swirls down the sewer drain,
While strength and warmth and light leave her.
Words cough and wheeze under the falling rain.

With a twisted smile, he basks in her pain,
And says, “I’ll make you a coffin of cedar.”
He kills her then, his lonely victim Jane,
As words sputter and die under the falling rain.