Prologue for Winter Lullaby

People have always claimed that life comes at you fast.  I highly disagree at this point.  From what all I have seen, death comes at you quicker.  Death is the ultimate way of life.  It comes in so many different forms and styles and reasons.  Dying is the greatest fear someone can have.  Others think it to be sacred or even arousing. It's interesting to see that schools and things these days only prepare you for life and tell you the proper ways in which to live.  No one teaches you how to face death though.  ...How to look it in the eyes...  Perhaps that is why I do the things I do.  To teach others how to die.  Death doesn't make me fear, for it already has.  That is the past which I do not wish to ponder about much..  I do not consider death as sacred, only intriguing.  I am not aroused by death.  Yet.  It is plainly a simple part of life.  In order to live, there must be death.  Which I intend to deliver.                                                                                                                                                  In all utmost honesty, I do not recall how I unveilled the art of murder and such things.  All I remember is my comrade showing me. Explaining things that I never thought I would hear escape his mouth and mind.  Demonstrating the actions he would later fulfill on someone or something.  He never showed any of the others that he let live in the house for company, and possibley other acts of naughtiness... So I presume he trusted me with the information and views which I gladly kept captive, never telling another soul.  I never thought that it would come back to haunt me though..  Every second of my life I am guilty of thinking about it.  Wishing I could have changed the past.  But it is too late now.  Time is now measured out in bitter measures, slowly ticking past and eating away at me.  I just hope one of these days it shall pass.  That is all I have to look forward to now.  Nothing more.