Ok guys this is not your normal Hannibal type stuff. I was watching it tonight and this kinda just came to me. Yes I still hate the end of that movie and how it changed from the book but this is still kinda based on it. Anyway let me know what you think. Anyway this is pathetic movie Hannibal drivel.

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I sit hidden in the shadows, Watching you from afar

Dreaming of the person that you don't know you are

I sit hidden in the darkness, knowing that you are not perfect

but loving you anyway loving you anyhow.



I stay hidden, deep inside your head, I listen through your very own thoughts

Wishing you could see yourself how I see you, not what you see through those plots

I wish for you to know about yourself what I do If you would only believe...

Then somehow you would lose this deep set notion, the need to deceive



The shadows I live in, fall from your space,

When I go to sleep at night all I see is your face

My arms long to reach and hold

But I know that my feelings for you can never be told.



You stay hidden in the shadows of your own making

All the time wondering if the despair is what you're faking

The emotions that go through your head are to much to be true

And all the while I stand back and try to help you through.



I stay hidden from your thoughts and dreams

And for you I cringe when I hear your screams.

It is here, right here the love that you desire,

If only you would believe, take that first step into the fire.



If you would only love me you'd see

All of the wonderful things that we would be

If you would only understand, accept the fact

That you and I belong together, it's the universe's pact.



If you only loved me you'd see

That my love is happiness's key

If you'd only love me, if you'd only show

If you'd only love me your heart would know





"If you'd love me you'd stop"

And I stand and watch your bubble pop

"Never in a thousand years"

There it is the gate to all of your greatest fears.



Accept is what you make it

This life of your's as you fake it.

The tears will come flooding down

As the FBI makes you it's favorite clown



Air de Temps and satin sheets

Life that is taken away in pleats

High-rolling pigeons come to fall

And all you can do is await my call.



Happy ever after stories with their lovely endings

That well dressed heart of yours, that you can't set to mending.

In the shadows my voice is the last thing you hear

And you do what I have always feared.



Crashed.



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~Kim, The Manipulative Little Monster