I\'m not mad, just obsessed

It has sharpened all my senses
Now I can hear voices from hell
It makes me healthier and calm
Am I mad? No, you just read well

The idea was inside my head
It hunted me all night and day
Here, object and passion was none
And I couldn't get it away

The vulture eye was my target
Pale Blue with a film over it
Covering the devil inside
Squeezed together to make him fit

This all has made me doing this thing
Just waiting for the right moment
Well prepared with my mind and gun
Breaking all of the commandments

Then it was time, just one second
The eye was open, uncovered
My finger made just one movement
One bullet, one eye, it suffered

Mu quilt mind drew me foreward
It drew me close to the target
My Axe flew down in the body
leaving the peaces on the bed

I could still hear his heart beating
I felt it inside my own chest
Even when I buried his corps
Piece by piece, under the carpet

Do you all still think I am mad?
I was just obsessed by his eye
I wanted to reach my passion
I was obsessed, he HAD to die

the tell tale heart by Edgar Ellen Poe inspired me. This poem is a sort of summary of what happens in that story.