Cold Blooded Poem by Gianni Vespucci

Cold blooded and self indulgent
I may love you for the moment
But you're the epitome of a dead heart
Turning what you do into an art

Cold blooded and self indulgent
Used to be in my own world
Then you killed it with evanescence
Like yin and yang into one twirled

Cold blooded and self indulgent
The reason for my dead thoughts
Always taking ostentatious shots
Now I'm mentally gone, It's absent

Cold blooded and self indulgent
Hate that I love you, I loathe it
You're the pest in my life, That rodent
Demon spawn, Cold blooded torment