The beating of his dreadful heart and screaming of his soul.

Have broken my sanity's oh so fragile hull.

Blood pulsing through dismembered limbs.

My eyes, with insanity brims.

Beating louder, louder; they suspect!

My heart stops in retrospect.

Ripping through my tortured mind.

Fingers tightening in a bind.

Under the flood, blood is drawn.

From the body, life is gone.

But it beats, it beats I say!

Like a screaming lament to keep at bay.

A tell-tale heart, under my floor.

A tell-tale heart is their warn.

There! There! Under the floor!

Rip it up to see blood pour.

I gave no thought, no rhyme nor reason.

All that's left is my act of treason.