Confessions of a Killer

Maybe it was the sound they made. Perhaps it was the pain in their eyes. It could have been their deep, pain filled cry for mercy or even their little stories on how they have a family to take care of. Maybe it was the way their bodies looked, lifeless, cold, washed out. Whatever the deep, twisted thing I got off on, it drove me to murder. It made me crave the feeling of taking a life with my own doing. The feeling took over me and made me into the person I am now. For a long time I was never caught, but this is no story about how I got away with the delicious killings I accomplished, no, this is the story of how I got caught. You may think I got caught by the police and got arrested on the spot, but my friend, you would be wrong. You may think that justice was finally given to all those "poor" souls I stole from innocent people by me rotting away in a jail cell with no body to converse with, but there you are again, wrong.