Part of a poem from my book
Like a sad, sad song
I don't know the words, I can't remember
They say it happened in September,
When the sky was like a robin's egg
And the leaves were on fire and falling to the ground
They say a beast got loose in the city
Now there's one less sound
Killing me won't kill the beast
The dark is his friend, flesh and blood his feast
When you think it's safe to stop looking
That's when you'd better start looking, brother
One sin leads to another
That's the end of the poem. But the whole poem pretty much tells the whole story of how this guy, Ronnie Waddell (the supposed author of the poem) murdered this movie star, and got caught. But he never remembered doing it. And it's telling how it's like in prison for 10 years before being put to the chair. And even though he'll be dead soon, there's someone else out there committing the same crimes that he supposedly committed.
A great book. I suggest it to anyone.
Cruel and Unusual by Patricia Cornwell
I don't know the words, I can't remember
They say it happened in September,
When the sky was like a robin's egg
And the leaves were on fire and falling to the ground
They say a beast got loose in the city
Now there's one less sound
Killing me won't kill the beast
The dark is his friend, flesh and blood his feast
When you think it's safe to stop looking
That's when you'd better start looking, brother
One sin leads to another
That's the end of the poem. But the whole poem pretty much tells the whole story of how this guy, Ronnie Waddell (the supposed author of the poem) murdered this movie star, and got caught. But he never remembered doing it. And it's telling how it's like in prison for 10 years before being put to the chair. And even though he'll be dead soon, there's someone else out there committing the same crimes that he supposedly committed.
A great book. I suggest it to anyone.
Cruel and Unusual by Patricia Cornwell