A little poem I wrote during some class in the beginning of the school year... yeah... if you know me well, you would know I LOVE The Silence of the Lambs and I must admit... Hannibal Lector. I was watching it last night and thought of this poem and found the notebook I wrote it in later. So, I decided to slap it up here.
I don't know if this poem will be followed by others and it be a series on different topics, but I will consider it. Also: I do not own The Silence of the Lambs or any thing with the books or the movies...
Enjoy!
He was a killer
A ruthless murderer, with no shame
The taste of flesh he had a canny for, untamed...
Out of his reach,
The Silence of the Lames not yet breached.
Unclaimed on the downy wind,
The smell of lavender hung heavy in the air...
Unclean.
Her sad tears, streaming.
The Silence of the Lambs... they're still screaming.
How unfair it was to her,
To find a friend...
To her, did it ever concur, how incorrect their lives were...
Apart?
Separated by this glass,
Which reminded this girl of her past of a low-class life,
Filled with past beliefs and strife.
But the Silence she strides for, the Silence of the Lambs.