The Descent Intro

[Perfect Hell]
Every morning I awake all confused
And bloody clothes, headaches through the roof
Clueless of anything from last night's occurrence
Maybe the lab might help find purpose
Searching for reasons, trying to learn why does my appetite
Tend to hurt while I'm sleeping?
Journal pages hold dates and comments
Each trace to a monstrous conclusion, who's Roger?
Dr. Jekyl embraced anger with steroids
Liquified into bottles, swallowed
Jack the Ripper was a hands-on slash-titian
Killed nasty women, never had a witness
Don't really pack pistols, rather carry my tool case
Here to cut that fake look off a fool's face
The news claim we'll get caught before year's end
But I'm disguised well enough to appear rich
The streets fear death, invisible slaughter
Homicidal maniac, haunting cynical author
Known to spread blood from here to Boston
Food for thought. don't eat the meals he brought you
Cup plates protect furniture of stained circles
Brown rings sit placed on the table surface
First kid was nervous, then came second nature
Heard words that the third person said were flagrant
Puzzled by the guilt, I pieced together the riddle
Found in different swamps, to clearer to assemble
Kinfolk victims pay feds to find me
They're left with bone records, no head to ID
Criminal Minded, KRS spit it
A simple assignment, they'll arrest lyrics
P. Hell will go down in the best books
Words written next to a picture of his neck up