Insanity

Who am I to blame if I killed a happy
man? Is it he who creeps upon me
trying to strangle me to death?
Am I the predator or am I the
hunted who keeps running from
the black human form shadow?

I have long killed the happy man
before he said goodbye. Now I
live a life of eagerness awaiting
another victim. I feel so relived
when I release my wrath, oh so
good to feel their breath slipping
away ever so slowly.

Oh that happy man plead so
helplessly. When I noticed I was
laughing crazily, my anger exploded
violently. Was that murder insanity?
No I thought it was humorous.

I am a killer, for I killed a happy
man. That happy man I remember
so vividly, looked a lot like me.
I think I killed that happy man who
had no reason to die. Oh that happy
man was me, now that happy man
is gone, I don't remember ever
feeling happy. Since I am now a killer.

I love this poem....and by the way I'm not a killer...
just sounded like it would be an awesome poem