It has been 2 months since my last kill, and I am fiending for her fresh blood! I could smell it like it was the day after yesterday. That sweet scent of a fresh kill. Ahhhhh, just breathe in the sweet air. *takes a deep breath. You smell that sweet scent? So alive seasoned in a firery Autumn day , leaves falling gracefully from the trees. Floating aimlessly just blowing in the wind untill they lose their momentum to gravity's pull and fall to the ground lifeless, dead. I find it Ironic how a tree is most beautiful right before it dies. The same as my victims. Their true face shows up when they know they are gonna die. They are just like those leaves detatching from their branch. Though maybe not as graceful as a free falling leaf. How it sways from side to side. As if I detached them and cut them into pieces.
Decaying rapidly, and whittled down to nothing but a pile of crumbled up dead leaves.
This is how I see you when I free you from this worthless ritual called life. No longer are you wondering through this world lost without a cause or purpose. I give you a purpose. A reason to die. I don't feel any empathy and am void of a self conscience. More sinister and twisted than the most wicked of evils that your imagination will allow you to see. Insanity forever frolics through my mind as does a child prancing in the park on a perfect sunny afternoon.
Yes, you never want to cross paths with me. For I am that sick man. Once I got my eyes set on you. It's game, set, match over. The memories of killings never satisfy my hunger. I'm like a wolf under a full moon with an insatiable appetite to feed. A vampire who needs pure blood to survive. Perhaps the best analogy would be how an addict needs his next fix. And how they will do anything to obtain it.
Their are times I wish I could be normal. Like maybe there was some form of recovery. Feel the things that normal people do. Then I just laugh narcistically at this wishful thinking. This fantasy I never even want to fulfill. For I like who I am and what I do. Depopulation by deducting. Subtracting from the Earth's population. In the big scheme of things no one matters. Forever my train of sadistic serial thoughts. Cynically speaking, I just don't care to give a fuck!
