Cold Hearted

Desire bleeds the serpent dry
Crawling towards his surprise
Forked tongue begins to pry
Without hope or compromise

Adapting to this hostile terrain
Shedding skin along the way
Living off sin unable to refrain
Stalking his unsuspecting prey

Lethal venom piercing fangs
Striking flesh with brute force
In the balance survival hangs
Cold hearted beyond remorse