I'm a murderer. I do not go about killing the traditional ways, though. No swords, no guns, no bow and an arrow. Not even a rock and a slingshot. It's one of the witchy ways, only minus the needles, the cauldrons, and voodoo dolls. I only use words. I kill people with my words.

But there is not a pattern followed in particular, no routines. It's always instantaneous. At times, I even end up surprising myself about this peculiar ability. Although, I have to say I like it.

I like how I can hurt people's insides. Oh, the adrenaline I get from seeing how I can torture their emotions. It is exciting to hear people at loss with words, ending up in a shut mouth. Nothing else gives me the same kind of electricity than this. It's amazing!

To clear the obfuscation though, I like being the murderer that I am neither for the reason that my ego relishes on it too much nor because I'm too concerned about being the one who's right, who's making a point, who's making the right point. I thrive by how being the one who isn't afraid to say things bluntly or upfront feeds me. The thing is, I just do it when I feel like wanting people to come to a stage of rethinking. Sometimes, people become unreal even to themselves. They hold things back inside them to comply, to conform, to follow. My belief is, we're not born for that.

So, the killing has to go on. Even if at the end of the day, I may end up killing myself as well.