The Heart is not always as it looks.

It's as cruel as horror books.

It is cold to the touch.

It can even make the most strict person slouch.

It wishes to hear the scared screams of spared people it did not kill.

It reeks of a rotting smell like a bad well.

The sight of it is worse than a dead horse.

The sound of it going,

Thump, thump,

Is not something you would want to hear in the morning.

Why is it so evil,

Do not ask me.

The only thing left to do is FLEE.