The Art Of Nightmare.

To some I'm a monster, a grotesque deformed, living breathing monster, only fit for grave or the prison. Invalidated by their common sense they discern me as a mere object but to myself, I'm an artist with talent corresponding to God himself. Like any other artists, I'm also a passionate lover of the magnificence of beauty. People don't seem to relish, admire my artwork, but it doesn't worry me, I create art for personal delight.

Sometimes I can't reason the hypocrisy of humanity, how can they love the death inflicting,...