Look who it is, the saddened and weak
It seems those beams of light have caused some glare
Freakish and dismal, hollow and bleak
I could go on, but let's leave it there
Resident Heart is feeble and frail
A scourge to purge, due diligence is all
Silent, sad outbursts, inaudible wails
Dictate he never does as he's told

Fathers of fathers, brothers of sons
Deterred from being what they know they can
All because Heart refuses to run
This creature hardly resembles a man

My logic is the absolute
His pity parties simply harm these chances at an apt repute
Esteemed regard in place of mockery

I'm sure it seems from his point of view
That I'm a simple, cynical machine
But is it so hard to see the whole truth?
I merely seek a Soul that's pristine

I can't claim that I enjoy this covering for a tortured boy
That's slowly tired of all his toys
His wiles and woes ring like white noise
And I know that it's hard to see my rhyme behind the entropy
But if he'd just once humor me
He'd see we need to live life logically

See how The Heart plays profound
(See how he lies)
But the depth is insincere
A pathetic, thin veneer
All the pain, regret and fear still resound
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See how his feet miss the ground
And he falls inside a hole he dug for me
The kind of irony you'd read in Bible stories
Maybe my existence might be by design
A simple fact that he'll refuse to see


Though I seem harsh in all my assessments
We each seek a life lived in the light
Yet, there lies our Heart, engulfed in resentment
Stubborn, pale akaryocyte