Hot And Cold Poem by Armando Gomes

If hell is hot then heaven must be frozen
logic tells me that only the warm hearted get chosen
and I for one was given the cold shoulder
as time passes the temperature goes lower
ice in my veins pumping to my heart
but my thoughts are burning intuition is a spark
hot and cold brass and bold never one to fold
such is my bane or so Ive been told
a quad core in my cranium
hyenas running wild no way of taming them
im so bright but most still need a light to keep me in sight.