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...