The Tell-Tale Heart
Ted Kirkpatrick
I cut him up this evening
And when they came to check the scream
On the very spot I'd hidden him
I served a spot of tea
I'd left no evidence
That anything was wrong
But the unnerving sound beneath the floor boards
Reminded me of what I'd done
I thought I'd committed
The perfect, fool-proof crime
I never knew how heavy
This would weigh upon my mind
Things done in secret
Under cover of night
Have a funny way
Of being brought into the light
I admit the deed
Can't you hear the beating
I admit the deed
I'm being driven mad by the tell-tale heart