edgar allan poe's "the black cat part 2"

Pluto stood in the darkness
he knew what was about to happen
it was as if my slurry words give it away
yet he did not move an inch
as if he were mocking me
i could not imagine hurting him
but yet it was not me that wanted him dead
the wicked thoughts kept replaying in my head
i could see him in my mind laying up in my bed
i could see the children playing with him outside
what was i doing? why did my brain want me to murder?
when my heart loves him so much
it was like my brain wanted me to kill everything i loved
"kitty, kitty" i heard myself saying
yet i did not mutter it out myself
it was as though there was another being inside of me
and he only knew one thing and that was to murder
the one creature who could never hate nor harm me.