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