by Poor Alice
Because of The Heart.
I envy Because of The Heart.
Why must You have fallen in love with that orange-haired shinigami?
I glutton Because of The Heart.
Why must I have to withstand your depression & insolence towards Me?
…Yet, I continue to put up with it.
I covet Because of The Heart.
Why must I long for You, when You already belong to another?
…What is this feeling?
I am prideful Because of The Heart.
Why must I suddenly become overconfident & arrogant against the object of Your affection?
…How can You emit these emotions in Me?
I sloth Because of The Heart.
Why must I begin to doubt my orders when they concern You?
…
I rage Because of The Heart.
Why must My emotions become so incomprehensible when ever I become frustrated by my thoughts of You.
Because of The Heart,
I lust for everything about You.
Woman…
…The Heart is in My Hand.
