if i had a dime for every time anna asked why , i 'd be stinking rich . to his left there was a faint splash . payment in full the pouch of gold weighs heavily on me ; my thoughts are tangled in an evil spell ; if i do this , i never will be free , and yet , i slowly creep in for the kill . ( okay , not real gold , but still . ) `` i had n't thought about that-but , no . '' 