Understand…

And no one knows that I am dead.
I have no beating heart
but one that's still, is black, not red—
once stopped, will never start.

And there is strength in what I am, 
and there is weakness, too.
I have no passions I must dam, 
and I cannot love you. 

I cannot love, nor can I hate.
I cannot laugh nor cry.
I cannot praise nor curse my fate.
I cannot live nor die.

But this I say, I wish I could, 
I want to take your hand.
I want this to be understood, 
but can you understand?