KillerConfettiLick

It was so simple in the beginning. I just was. I didn't need a reason to be, a reason to kill. I just did, because it all made sense. The world made sense. Death made sense. People made sense- stupid, naive creatures that would come so willingly to my embrace, expressions of such beautiful betrayal gracing their final moments. Their wide eyes searching for a reason. My reason. "Why" they would always call. Why? When did I start asking why myself? When did that reason become so important to me? That inescapable question that eventually drove me to where I am now. Lost, with no more answers and a thousand new questions. Who am I? What am I? Wh