Edgar Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart" delineates how a man's creative energy is fit for being so vivid that it significantly can influence individuals' lives. The manifestation of the narrators creative energy unknowingly plants seeds in his brain, and those seeds develop into unmanageable circumstances for which there is no space for reason and turns into a circle of homicide. Moreover, the short story consists of an old man with whom the narrator's relationship is a bit hazy, despite the narrator's comment of "For his gold I had no desire" fits the way that the old man may be a relative whose death can fiscally profit the writer (53). However, the writer also likewise insinuates a caring relationship with the old man stating, " I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult " (53). All in all, the narrators fixation was on the old man's eye which slowly builds up and finally finishes in his demise, as he became overwhelmed with internal conflict and his own transformation from confidence to guilt.
The obsession with the old man's vulture-like eye compels the narrator to prepare a plan to kill the old man. He admits the sole purpose behind slaughtering the old man is his eye: "Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees - very gradually - I made up my mind to rid myself of the eye for ever" (53). The story starts of with disloyalty by attempting to persuade the reader he is not crazy, however the reader rapidly derives the writer as someone wild. The way that the old man's eye is the main inspiration to murder demonstrates the narrator is so rationally insecure that he must look for support to execute his motives. In his brain, he legitimizes murder with his own particular irrational fear of the eye.
As the narrator grapples with clashing emotions of obligation to the old man and sentiments of ridding his life of the man's "Evil Eye", he still acts with semi faithfulness around the old man; nonetheless, his consideration may stem more from ensuring himself from suspicion of watching the old man consistently than from genuine sympathy for him.