Sweet child of mine
Heartless of note
I took a knife
And slit his throat.

Sweet child of mine
Not much fun
Blew her brains out
With my gun.

Psychosis got the
Best of me
Horrible horror
Will not let
Me free.

I really did not
Commit this crime
I do believe it time
To time.

My son and daughter
Are alive today
I wish this psychosis
Would fade away.

I’m writing this from
My white washed cell
Please forgive me as
I’m not well.

Well my hands are currently
free  and writing rhymes
Thoughts are playing
Out my next crime.