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.