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



I