Look into yourself
Not just to your superficial features
But the layer underneath
You find your heart.

Love isn't there
Not always that is
Many emotions are taking up room
Glee, mourning, anger, jealousy.

The heart is
Deceitful above all things
And desperately wicked:
Who can know it?

Bipolar time bomb
Mood swings most commonly called
Happy one moment, sad the next
Or hate takes over.

Hate is evil
It kills the soul and all around
What shoots from the tongue is not meant
Cannot be taken back.

Worry, stress, insanity
All a crazed vengeance of karma
Or maybe just the work of imagination
How would you know?

These are evils
The evils of the soul, the bad feelings
Render their vessels useless and apathetic
Don't fall, it clutches.

Straight and narrow
It's hard to walk for evil is all around
Your heart is to be better filled with
Love, light, beauty, sound.

Know this please
That your heart is the life of your soul
If it's evil then you are, what is your picture painted?
Is it a thousand words?