Being Set Free

Mad Happiness (A killers joy)

My head was spinning.

Something I could not control.

I picked up the dagger, i felt like I was winning.

My knife was on a roll.

I knew it was wrong.

My sin had taken over me.

I felt it in my heart all along.

That killing was the key.

My happiness found in this.

Through every lie.

It gave me pure bliss.

But in the end they all must die.

This is the story of how I went mad.

My joy came from something others call "bad."

LOL I WROTE THIS SONNET IN CLASS FOR ENGLISH IM NOT MAD I PROMISE!!