The Tell-Tale Heart Pt. 2

Furious
It made me furious
A dull quick sound pounding
Like a watch encased in cotton
Tick tock
I knew that sound well
It increased my fury
The beating of the old man's heart
I scarcely breathed and refrained
Motionless
The tattoo of the heart
Hellish
Increased and was extreme
It grew louder
Louder

I am nervous at this dead hour of the night
Amid the dreadful silence of this old house
This sound excites me to uncontrollable wrath
I thought someone would hear this sound
I thought his heart would burst

His hour had come

Please open the door
Open the door

The old man has gone to the country
Gone to the country
But please search well
Please search well
These are his treasures
Treasures
Secure and undisturbed

Please sit and rest
You must be fatigued

Wild audacity
Perfect triumph

So they chat
Chat
Of familiar things
I hear ringing
Ringing
Do you not hear it

No

It is louder
It is making my head ache

Do you not hear it

No
No
No

I, I have a headache
The day is long
Do you not hear it

No

Do you fucking mock me
Do you mock me

They know
Do you think me
They know

An imbecile
Do you think me a fool
Villains dissemble no more

I admit the deed
Admit, Admit
Here, here
Admit

It is the beating
Of his most hideous heart