Disclaimer: my poem, not my characters.
Set after Clarice is shot, it is just as she wakes up.
Waking now
I'm all sewn up and don't know how
I cannot test your theory.
Shaded sun
The moon has won
I cannot test your theory.
Shaky hands and
Dizzy head,
I cannot test your theory.
Hindered sight,
The moon's delight,
I cannot test your theory.
Scratching pain
If some ones slain
I cannot test your theory.
So I descend
His wounds won't mend
I cannot test your theory.
The drilling sounds
My heart's blood pounds
I cannot test your theory.
The shiny globe
Will have to do
I cannot test your theory.
A silent squeak
I hear him speak
I cannot test your theory.
He's heard me once
And now I'm caught
I cannot test your theory.
I walk in slowly
My mind is lonely
I cannot test your theory.
I miss my gun
Soon dinners done
I cannot test your theory.
The chilly fridge
Is so my back
I cannot test your theory.
His light cheek
Against my own
I cannot test your theory.
Not in a thousand years
I feel my sickly voice, my tears.
Your theories lost
Your time is up
Your theories gone and dead.
Your theories caused me all this pain and pounding in my head.
Your theories lost
Your task is done
And I've broken all the rules of thumb.
I love this man.
A killer to most,
A monster to all
Your theories reversed
Just let it fall away.
Not in a thousand years
Would your sickly pot pull through
But it all has been turned around Jack.
Its not the beast that loves the lonely.
Its the lonely that loves the beast
