Diary of Madness

Through my eyes of A Tall Tale Heart.

An old man and his caretaker. He never did wrong and was never cross with the young man. He was alone. No wife. No children. Nothing but his home. His eye had been replaced with a glass one. For the caretaker, it gave him chills. He adored his master but the eye. The eye made him uncomfortable. Every night he'd spend a long time opening the door to stare at the glass eye. In his mind, the glass eye would be the death of him. The master awoke one evening. Sat straight up in bed for quite some time. The caretaker watched silently. Holding his breathe until the old man went back to bed. It wasn't long before the young man lost it. He waited and plotted for quite awhile. The evening he committed a terrible crime was the end of his sanity. The glass eye drove him to madness. Smothering the old man with the pillow and hiding him beneath the floor, was only the beginning. The arrival of the police was the end of it. To sit in the room of the murder. To sit above the body. It's just beneath their feet. The caretaker tries to appear normal but his blood is racing. Heart pumping the blood and rushing his ears. It creates a sense of panic in his mind. Creating the illusion that the police know and they are toying with him. The guilt consumes him slowly but quickly. Having heard enough, he shouts that it's beneath the planks. He killed the old man. The eye was cursed and possessed him to do so. The mind has turned the reality of it into a mere delusion. The mind plays tricks. Illusions form and overlook the truth of it. The real desire and reason for it. It's swallowed and smothered into madness. The tale is nothing more than a diary of madness. His thoughts written out for us. To understand what he experienced in those moments of murder. The guilt that consumed him. The madness that took over his mind.

One's mind can be ruled with madness from guilt. It's all there is to it. Beware of your choices, for you may go mad.