That Man

See that man?

The lines in his face, like that of old parchment,

See who he is?

His eyes becoming more distant and deceiving,

The curl of his lips, sneering and poisonous,

I hate that face,

That face that makes my flesh crawl,

That face which posses Lucifer himself.

I must see this brain that lies behind his face,

I must see how it ticks, like a crude unwound clock;

The second hand sticking at the four, making it later with each tick,

The minute and hour hand delaying its time, and at times never changing.

I was Death, he my victim with his old heart and cruel eye.

I did as he would, smothering in the night,

I had my reasons, and I have them now.

It twas no raven that brought me to this,

No beetles burrowing beneath my skull's structure,

But that eye, that vulture’s eye. 

That fucked up old face. 

Do you see him now?

No, as he is tucked with his cruelty,

See who he was?

Of course not, for only I saw that vulture’s cruelty.

But that thumping, where does it come from?

I know it stopped; I made sure of that,

But yet it beats?  How could it be?

Under boards, go ahead and look,

There lies his hideous heart!

Reviews

[Lechuza]

:) I really like it! Specially the line that says: "That face that makes my flesh crawl"

[Nicholas Antonio Young]

A poem based off the Tell Tale Heart :) Very well written.

[The Analog Kid]

Very Poe. The Tell Tale Heart is one of my favorites. I do a lot of riffing and blending a lot of lyrics and other's art myself.

[Me]

Nice work and beautiful verse !