ambivalence describes the way i think i feel towards you

lub dub lub dub lub dub

amplified by a thousand per minute

to the point of losing sanity itself

feeling of losing consciousness 

stop! halt! 

there is something wrong about this system if mine

hard wires?

checking...

virus detected

preparing to delete

just one moment. hold on.

just a glimpse, to check, that is all

plan to delete: abort

reminds me of a cookie in a jar

no. no. no,

surely you jest?...

this is one of those paradoxical puns...

i relish myself in sweet misery. 

a guilty pleasure, perhaps?

so then, the canary decides to observe

suggested plan of action: 

none.

*was i such a sap? damn...