Sense Sonnet - Chiller

For my Art

Making films is my destiny.
My parents make me very mad,
Calling my work stupidity.
Time to show good ol' Mom and Dad.
I set up the camera for
The piano where Mom's at play.
Film rolls for what I have in store
For her in a strangle hold way.
As she gasps, Dad runs to her aid.
With scissors, I turn and stab him.
Live art on film is being made.
Now they know it wasn't a whim.

I hope the world can view my skill
For film making - for which I'd kill.