#hannibal
Wander down the street
It's dark but my dog follows
Losing my mind
Little setback, no big deal
Going in an endless game of tag
Return to his office
And here he is
Handing me his heart
And I won't deny
My love for him will never die
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 5:15 PM UTC
Blood has been on your lips this night
But I will kiss them anyways.
Smooth and rich,
intoxicating
Life drips through your calloused fingers.
Expensive taste, expensive heart
Your words become holy
Mine, mine, always mine.
But always you run free.
Anyone, but me.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
One day, my mind screams, one day. But I have waited. I have struggled. I am hanging on bare threads but I don't know for how much longer. Some day they will rip. I will fall. Will somebody catch me or watch how I splatter on the ground? Will they enjoy the sight or mourn the lost possibilities? Will they pity themselves? The only consolation for me would be to never have to listen again. Disappointement came and went whereever I stood. Never enough even when I gave everything I had.
Now, do you see? Why I reveled in your gaze? Bashed in your intelligence? Thought fondly of our conversations? Could truly call you friend?
Do you understand? Why I needed you? Why I had to be seen by you? I wanted everything you could give, I could take and vice versa. But still. As always. I am not enough. A disappointement I might be. A tool for many. I thought I was your friend, Hannibal. Maybe it was for all these things together.
A friend who disappointed and did not become as envisioned so the only option left was to use me like another tool in your favour. And look how well that played out. Ever the genius, Hannibal. When the world has forsaken you, there is nothing left. While I never harmed and you slaughtered, I got caged while you kept pretending and living on the stage that is called life.
And look how the spotlight is set on you.
A life for an act and an act for a life.
The crowd is loving you
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
My eyes begin to tremble
Is this another dream?
Inside my friend, the devil
was lying underneath.
No, it's not a dream
Nightmares never cease
The beast that stood before me
saw nothing more than feast.
A feast consisting of my flesh
and drenched into my blood
My heart enfeebled in my chest
as his face began to rot.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
Deep inside a forest
Hushed whispers can be heard
A creature of humanity bereft
Has got the nightlife quite disturbed
Eyes as black as blood
Reflect in the moonlight
Bare feet buried in mud
A sharp smile widened in delight
Skin pitch black
Leather to the touch
Antlers on its head
A stag in its clutch
Sharp claws caressing its snout
An unusual couple
There never was a doubt
That the stag would either
Bustle, shuffle, struggle or buckle
Instead it muzzled, nuzzles, cuddles and snuggles
All the while the creature subtle chuckles
Blending into darkness
Ready to strike and attack
You can feel each others fondness
Of him and the black feathered stag
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
There once was a rotten tax collector
Who combed the rich Italian sector
He lined his grimy pockets
By cheating those he audits
Alas! today's appointment was one Hannibal Lecter
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC
I am the architect of my own bell-jar.
I designed it myself,
took away the edges
to leave only smooth curves.
Meticulous work,
done almost lovingly
but not quite.
Here, one could get comfortable,
immune to the waves that crash around you.
Of course you can see them, those great walls of water,
yet you are defended in your fortress of glass
borne not of sand
but of life's consequences;
biological quirks.
I saw my bell-jar rise around me
and now can almost call it home.
I frequent it so often;
I know every inch of it,
all of its reflected imperfections,
and while it may hollow,
cold,
I understand it.
Both shelter and prison
to begin and to end
with me.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
This fairy tale is over
I know it's never our story
Maybe, I'am feeling not myself
In a mirror saw someone else
What's the mystery, no one knew
Not even I, not even you
We don't have an ending
But a beautiful beginning
Things I imagine and that I knew
Are not meant to be view
Things I did and forgotten
Places I've never thought I'd go
When I told you my dreams
You just laugh and left me with a smile
I play always this kind of game
You scream, run and try to hide
I prepare this and enjoy it every time
The silence surrounds you now
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
He is beyond intimate
With the texture of fresh human meats
How it feels
How it slaughters
How it stretches against his sharp blade
A godlike penchant
For the curves of red blood cells
And the metallic taste of crimson spray
And now
As he takes your doe-eyed life
And wears your dying heart on his sleeves
He will know all your secrets
And none of your regrets
As he fuses with your thoughts
And makes them
His
Own.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
On the floor lies a shattered teacuP
Dropped by prim, graceful handS
Belonging to a certain somebodY
It was a monster so sadistiC
That he carried his wratH
Wherever he would gO
He'd be waiting at your doorsteP
With the hunger of a piranhA
When he takes you as prey like thaT
You'll regret ever crossing a psychopatH
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Smooth porcelain skin
lungs, a vibrant pinkish hue
The crux of the problem
enamored by the image of her
indifferent to the soul of her
unflinching in his deconstruction of her
a terminal case
without restrict
he breathes in crisp tainted air
exhaling in a roar of satisfaction
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC