The Eye

Loosely inspired by The Tell-Tale Heart, by Edgar Allan Poe

You ugly eye, you wicked eye

Your glare reflects but hate

You grotesque eye, you vile eye

How dare you taunt and bait?

A million bloodrushed pinpricks

Enclose a midnight vortex

Swimming, swirling, drowning, dying

And the pain in their souls does sing.

Fixed in the hand that does judge your fate,

A sickened sweet and sharpened blade.

You lean farther back

The virgin cushion beneath you screaming fearful terror.

And into your breast plunges your demise.

Scream, villain, scream, fiend!

For no apparition hears you.

Stagger forth, to the face of your assassin,

Before all falls to black.

And as you reach the face,

Think, think of all you've wronged

Glad are they you lay and die

As you meet once more your wicked eye.