The heart it is an organ
Which keeps a steady beat,
Like a metronome ticking slowly
Or the sound of pounding feet.
The blood is pumped through it slowly
A neverending, gushing flow
Sometimes it beats too quickly
And sometimes it beats too slow
No one can deny its importance
For it is the vessel that keeps you alive
Always you seek to appease it
Make it hunt for sustenance, on which it must survive.
However the heart is temperamental
It can be twisted and destroyed
Rotting and everchanging
Once the evil has been deployed
For it is the brain that keeps it steady
Controls it's hammering, yearning beat
For without the brains companionship
The beating it would cease
For what is a corpse without a brain
Or a person with no heart
They go together hand in hand
Must never be kept apart