Entry 270: Heart

People say I have no heart

I’m here to tell you that simply isn’t true

I have a heart of compassion

A heart brimming with romance

My heart has a soft spot for you

This,

I guarantee

See,

I even have a heart of greed

How do I have a heart of so many feelings and things you say?

It’s quite simple…

First I lure them in

Then, I murder them

Sometimes I keep them alive

Just so they can experience the surgery first hand

I have many hearts you see

Some are happy

Some will never be

All have intriguing reactions to the experiences they’ve seen

Every single one of them fuels me

I spend a lot of time trying to understand your kind

You make little sense to me

Quite often you are irrational in the things you do

As though you give no thoughts or care

About those around you

Emotion, that is what drives most of you

Though, confusing to me…

I don’t need to understand you

That’s just a curiosity to me

You heart

Is simply fuel for me

A cold, unemotional machine

You can say I’m many things

This is true

Now, however…

…You can never accuse me of not having a…

-Heart-