I Am the Killer

by kirarahinoneko

A drabble on the inner workings of Gaara's mind. PreNaruto

Death. A catalyst for one's existence, or merely a word? Some fear it, some await it, and some seek it out. Most, however, simply accept it for what it is. A sequel to life.

I feel none of those. I am the killer. I am that phantom noise when you think to be alone. I am the being that haunts you in the night. I am what invades your dreams, and fuels your nightmares. I am the shadow in the dark, and the chill in the warmth.

I was born to fight. I am the monster that they created, but forgot to take the blame for. I am the child that they forgot to love. My birth was murderer, and my life is a slaughter.

I kill to live. My existence is confirmed with every breath ended by my hands. My destiny is shrouded in death. That is what I live for.

I do not love. I do not hate. I feel none of those petty emotions that are so commonly associated with human weakness.

I am not weak. I am not human. I am a demon.

I exist to destroy. I live to kill. I am Gaara.