When hearing the screams of the tortured
I laugh gleefully
When watching the pain and tears on the face of the
suffering
I smile widely
The suffering people, the tortured people
This all makes me happy when I can hear the pleas of the
screeching prisoners
I am trapped in this prison with criminals
I am one also but simply because I took a wire and choked my
daughter
Is it because I am crazy? No
I am not
I just wanted to see the pain upon her face as she died
Gasping for air
Screaming, “Help! Please stop!”
For a moment I must have looked as if I would have stopped
But I didn’t
The ray of hope was gone for her
I was back to my true self
I went ahead and killed her
That is why I am here
Here in this prison
I sneak in to the execution room
To watch the executions of my inmates
To feed my passion for pain and torment
I see that maybe I am the most insane of the people here
But really who cares?
I am not the strongest but I know how to kill
It gives me a thrill and anticipation of what will happen
next
In that instant that I killed my daughter I didn’t cry
My daughter was worthless
She didn’t deserve to live
She was lucky 
To die by my hand