It felt so good, that I decided to do it every night.
I suppose I should've suspected something sooner. People were dropping like flies. Washing up on shore all the same. I'd go home, sleep, wake up, and learn about a new body found.
It was a sick cycle. I think that on the inside, I knew I was the cause, but I didn't want to accept it. I'm a gentle person. Thinking that maybe I murdered innocent people with just a melody was scary.
I wasn't a killer. I couldn't be.
