The Timeless Shine Of A Childish Heart

Atrocious symptoms from the heart.
What could this mean?
There is a time and a place for such actions.
Such filth emits from an over-used mouth.
Who wants to waste time?
I shall my dearest, I shall.
The things you do, oh the things you do to yourself.
The horrid, incomprehensible things!
Sometimes I just sit in a rather dark place and ponder on things.
I have not a clue what to do with you.
Come forth, come hither my darling.
I will read you the finest literature,
I will be your guiding voice.
Petty words, meaningless words fill the room.
You're not listening, you never are.
I've come accustomed to it, its fine dear, really.
Send the thoughts away, for there is nothing left here to ponder about anymore.
Shall I cleanse thy mind of dirt?
Sit, sit.
It's my turn, you are in my quarters now, and you have gone too far.
Explanations won't do you much good.
You can bother, if you wish.
Burrow somewhere small, and far, where you belong.
The most low creature wouldn't have you.
This was your heart filled wish, and it came true.
The time you spend to think, is when I will return.