The Man Obsessed With The Eye

I was excited when I got it;

when I got the assignment, that is.

He was one of the maddest murderers in the nation,

and now, I know why he is.

I was young and naïve,

wanting to prove my worth in this world.

Wanting to prove that I wasn't wrong in choosing to

study the mind.

When I got the assignment to interview

the madman obsessed with an eye.

I convinced myself this was it!

The chance to prove my worth!

Alas, I wish I hadn't listened to that lie.

I was nervous and in a constant state of panic

that I tried so hard to disguise.

I was about to interview a murderer,

a madman who killed his neighbor

because he hated his eye.

I came up to his cell, nervous and as jittery I could be.

He studied me... all of me,

as he stared at me through the bars.

A shiver went down my spine as I gazed into his dark, cold eyes.

I sighed and tried to compose myself,

to make myself less shaken.

But something seemed to me fail

when I caught his dark, cold eyes.

He greeted me with a sickening, "Hello."

Long and slow like a snake.

My stomach dropped to my knees,

as my body started to shake.

"H-hello, M-mr...,"

I stuttered when I tried to speak.

His eyes grew darker and even colder

as he evilly smirked at me.

"I know why you are here,"

He taunted as he sneered,

"You are not the first, dear boy,

to come here."

"Many try to talk to me,

trying to discern why I've gone mad.

But I will tell you what I've told others,

I did the world a favor by killing that Oldman."

"Wh-wh-why do you feel that way?

Why di-di-did yo-u k-ki-kill the oldman?" I squeaked.

He looked at me with his dark, cold eyes,

"His eye, his one lazy eye, "he simply said.

"Ye-y-yes, s-s-so you've said.

But s-s-sir, why his eye?"

His eyes grew darker, colder, hard.

He stomped over and loomed over me.

I took three steps back as I gazed into

the dark, cold void of his eyes,

now filled with rage and anger.

"His eye!" he screamed, "His eye!

You do not understand, foolish boy!

His eye was evil!

It was not human!

There was a demon in his eye!"

"Oh, you foolish boy!" he sneered,

"I know you think me mad!

But if you know the Oldman's eye as I did,

then you would understand!"

He rattled the bars of his cage,

an animal instead of a man.

He tried to grab me through the bars.

I screamed and sprinted down the hall.

I ran away in primal fright,

as fast as I possibly could.

As I ran, I heard the crazed animal cry,

"I'm not mad! His eye was evil, understood!"