Are you sure?

Why is it that you want to kill me? Was it the way that I stood on the public transport, or the way that I breathed in the polluted air of London? Why is that murder is on your mind? What caused you to pick me as your victim? What is it that you see in me?

Normal individuals would be scared that you point a knife at them, however I don’t seem to care. Your victim lacks the motivation so why kill them? Your victim, is a dead man in a living shell.

You may feel the satisfaction as blood drips down your knife and onto the ground, like a waterfall with an ongoing current until like drought, it suddenly runs dry.

So does your passion.

You wish to take my life, then go ahead however you will live with the knowledge of having a dissociated victim.

Unattached.

Cold in nature.

Sound familiar?

That is, however a choice of yours to make, I am simply one to talk until my last breath escapes my lips, finding peace as it reunites with the air and until my heart stops it’s beat, the ritual of death completed.

As you and I stand locked in this room, I find it foolish of you to kill me, since one man walks away alive, the other the victim, making you the killer.

Murderer.

Criminal.

You will get caught and thrown in a cell. Like animals of all types, bred to obtain certain traits. I must say your thirst of blood makes for a good warrior, nevertheless your lack of patience makes for a hot headed mistake.

A mistake which can cost you your freedom.

Selfishness is everywhere in this world. In everything in this world. From the way that we stand to the way we breathe. You destroying one cause, creates many.

Therefore I feel obligated to ask again,

Are you sure, or are you just a scared human in a frightening world for selfish souls?

I thought so.