You Think I'm a Psychopath?

You know, I never felt how you do. I never feared the beautiful night that you claim as dreadful. I just sat home and wondered why. Why had I been so different? I couldn't come up with an answer, so I got a good old kitchen knife.

I wanted to just end it, life's suffering was much more unbearable for me than your average man. I couldn't do it, as you can see. I'm talking to you aren't I? I am absolutely sure that you've seen all these... Peasants ask for the meaning of Life. But there isn't one, okay. We all just die. Never will there be more to it or less. We just die.

I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you weren't ready to die. Maybe you want something more, like eternal life. I'm guessing you believe in a higher power, am I right? Of coarse I am, when have I ever been wrong. But you know what my job is? I guess you can say that I work for your God. But you can also say I work for his enemy, You know... Satan. I'm the middle man in their operation. I keep both of their domains with fresh souls. Of coarse I don't believe in that shit, but hopefully you understand.

I'm sorry do you think I'm a complete psychopath? I'm not a psychopath, I just want to see and feel blood of others on my skin. It isn't insane to want to kill. It's our nature, we need to kill to survive. But since we as human have made survival more easy to achieve. Well, it seems everyone lost their instinct to kill. But I don't kill because it's my instinct. No, I kill because it gives me a chance to play the part of God's most used angel. You know the Angel Of Death, he has taken everyone who ever died. I respect him, without him no one would ever die. Without death, what would we be?

I know you're dreading the moment, but I need to ask you one question. Why were you walking out there alone? You should've known better, than to walk out here alone. I remember stalking you from the woods. I saw you walk on the sidewalk alone, you had your head down. Were you sad? It was a beautiful night as always. The fog made for a very grim feel. It gave this night some real character. You seemed paranoid tonight, you should've just remained sad. Sadness feels way better than fear, trust me I know. I think I've said enough.

You see this knife? I'm going to place it right in your heart, just like how society stabbed me in mine. But I'm stabbing your heart literally, in this instance. You seemed to have had a terrible day today. I'll end it quick, just close your eyes...