Hatred forms into a heart of darkness.Everything i see turns dark of hatred.I pull the knife from my hand and lick the blood of my mouth loving the delicious smell of it.I stare at the body and smile.It was fun.I remember the pleading from the guy "Please don't kill me please"he had pleaded his fear sparkled from him tears forming in his eyes but that was more fun to the killing.Killing was my nature and i loved it each killing made me sensationally happy especially if i killed someone who was afraid me.I kiss his dead body's lips and drag him into the darkness.You should never beg to me cause i am Death.