I'm Doing One Of Three

I Love Myself That Much And I Will Never Apologize To You.

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

But The Face On The Pillow, Rosy In The Firelight, Is Certainly That Of Clarice Starling, And She Sleeps Deeply, Sweetly, In The Silence Of The Lambs.

Because It's His Bad Luck To Be The Best.

The Very Air Had Screams Smeared On It. He Flinched From The Noise In This Silent Room.