Written by PinkPunk
It's my house but your empty chair
It's my crime, you're in jail
And I'm in a jail of my own making
My mind and my aching
I watch
As she blooms in your heart
I watch
I draw you in my art
I lecture and eat my feelings
Only so I don't starve
Cause I hunger for your sighs
And find nourishment and feel satisfied
At the sight of you
Taking lives from people didn't give me any more life
Perhaps I'd feel more alive if you were mine
What are you so afraid of?
You're afraid of the parts of you I love the most
You're afraid of me cause you know there's really nothing I wouldn't do for you
I could give you nightmares and take them from you just as easily
I could become reckless like this so carefully
And when you deal your cards, I'll make sure I'll be in them
I'll let you know where I am at all times
I'll make sure you think of me and me only
At sunrise
I hope you'll smell roses and blood
There isn't much I hope for, but you are one
And I know you'll never be mine
But you can't be anyone else's either
You and me, laying in a bedsheet of waves and tides
Falling side by side
I hope you know
This is all I've ever wanted for you and I
YOU ARE READING
IF HANNIBAL WROTE POETRY INSTEAD OF EATING PEOPLE
PoetryThese are poems written about Hannigram, as well as Hannibal and Will themselves. These are all written by us!
