Hold Onto Your Heart

A cold heart is a dead heart,

But still, the heart is a treasure.

Even we, the undead,

Understand the importance of our hearts.

But we do not fear so-called ‘Love’

Nor do we fear Life.

We live each day knowing,

That just like yesterday,

We are all powerful.

We – the immortal –

Are superior.

We – the eternal slaves –

Are not tainted by your mortal vices.

No, we do not long to be you.

You destroy each other

Day after day,

Taking pride in the trails

Of blood and tears that you leave behind.

You hand out your hearts

And expect them back unbroken.

You are a naïve species.

Do you not understand?

Your heart is a treasure –

Never give it to another mortal to hold.

You’ll end up wishing you were dead.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel25February2009