The Tell Tale Heart

The signs of success of my dirty deed
Eject from common objects around my room
Little sounds leak from the windows
Listen I do with careful ears

The eye was gone
All and forgotten by my shivering soul
Light beats of the heart enter my ear
Enraging me like nails on a chalkboard

Help me now for I shall die
Every sound that was great before
Ail the old man in living again
Run away I must before my words slip
To admit my deed would be disastrous but that heartbeat forces my hand.