It's been awhile since the last time I saw the outside of my little white room. I had almost forgotten what the sky looked like, but what I missed most of all is the blood of my victims that I killed and ate. I almost forgotten how wonderful it tasted. Luckily they let me out of that horrible place, the place that called me crazy and insane. But I wasn't the one who was insane, they were. They are the ones that can't see my passion, my art. They were easily tricked into thinking I wasn't a killer anymore. After I got out I made more art out of my victims, it even made the newspaper, but they still didn't truly understand my art. To them it was just a body that was mutilated, but to me, that body was art, my beautiful art, that I made with my bare hands. Why couldn't they see how beautiful it truly was? Why couldn't they grasp it's true meaning? Did I have to write it out for them?! Please forgive me, I let my anger control me. You understand my art don't you? You see that it is more than a body, more than just blood. Don't you? Why are they so... unseeing? They still haven't linked it to me. They still can't see. They can't see that it shows how bad they are on the inside, how they are the same on the inside. They finally caught me. Took them long enough, I'm sorry, but I must go. See you later... Oh right, they're going to kill me. Anyway, thanks for listing one last time, before I die, farewell little bug.

The End

I just love that ending. Yep another one-shot. Took me awhile to come up with this one. Hope you enjoyed it. Please R&R!!!!