bridges

[Hannibal]

His voice rang through the hallways,
Each wave of sound, seeking a destination,
hoping to strike someone so abruptly,
They would crumple to the ground.
Their body heaving to the floor mid-stride,
Bones no longer existant,
Organs a mush of gellatinous matter.
His cries struck no one.
There was no thunder to his voice,
No mystical quality that would make other shudder as he spoke,
Nothing that made him stick out above anyone else.
Conceiting defeat,
he strode quietly along ,
Throat dry with exhaustion,
Face wet with tears,
Determination broken by truth.

[SHATOUSHKA]

heh heh heh...

i HATE when that happens!

[Hannibal]

So you're familiar with failure, and being small and unimportant eh? hehe