The Tell-Tale Heart - Poe
"TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
How very angry I am today. My audio submissions have not been added and I grow more impatient as minutes pass.
igott
That was a fucked up poem when I first read it.
White-Carrion
It is a Short Story; I agree with you. Poe has an odd way of playing on your senses that freaks most people out in this time period. He wasn't popular back then, which is sad. I want more Poe works :[.