Am I poison, like cyanide to the brain
What you once loved will quickly cause you pain
There is a quarrel in the mind, the proverbial ying versus yang
The seed of confusion, desire, and apathy - falling like acid rain
Tearing through your being until your world bleeds crimson red
Fear me not, though, for I am not conscientious
No meticulous plans to harm encircle my mind
Just confusion birthed in ignorance
The self-fish desire to have the best of both worlds
So your blood, I take it in - Immune to your ills
And reciprocate with cold passion - The only kind that kills
Until you are sucked dry and the thrill wanes
Then we remain still and I become your most potent of calamities
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