Poems from Hannibal Lecter
Bitter Cold, a little girl wanders into the alley
Tattered, without shoes, her swollen feet blue with chill
Hungry and deathly pale, her...
Death
it hides in the light
always out of sight
It could smite you
with a single strike
rarely seen
but if you gleam
the ghastly sight
of...
I am the sadness within our hearts
hidden by a benign skin
I am the lonely soul
never talked to or considered
I am the black cat
never...