Void
I saw him, mirrored in the glint of my knife, fearful, trembling, wounds on his face bleeding; Seeping out along with his hope for survival. I don't know why I do this, I don't even get a kick out of it, it just happens. but that's just it. I don't feel anything, I never have. No happiness, no sadness, I don't even know what anger feels like. That's just it, I think as I draw a line across his chest, screams of pain making me smirk slightly. Maybe I do it to try and feel something, maybe wait for the day I feel guilt, fear, or feel an emotion that goes with the sickening grin that crosses my face as I plunge a gloved hand into his chest cavity; I rip out his heart, reveling in the tears that continue to pour down his cheeks. I make eye contact with him, just in time to see the life draining from his face.
I don't know why I don't feel anything, but I guess i'll never know...
