Preface
It wasn't like I was sorry for what I did; in my mind it was the right thing to do. But I can't help but think about those nights as I listen to the rain break on the roof above. I felt no sorrow as I listened to them scream, cry and beg, I didn't feel fear as I got closer and closer to the bars that I now call home and there was no guilt filling my heart, telling me I was a monster, telling me that what I did was wrong. I simply felt nothing… I still feel nothing. I am hollow, empty and uninterested. I wait for something to happen, anything to capture my attention; to ease my hunger. So I'll sit here waiting…