A Bloody Mary For One, Please

Being anything but cold is rare for you. Utterly and shamelessly aloof is but a default setting for you, although could it still be considered ‘aloof’ if it’s on purpose? Too nonchalant to notice the people around to falling to pieces at your feet. Too preoccupied with your selfish human desires to take into consideration the karmic tab you’re stacking up, and yet, Even when you’re paying attention, you’re still somehow... not there. Ridiculously obsessed with your self-image, just enough to tip off the start to your downfall. Firmly believing your own lies is the reason you’ve successfully convinced everyone around you of them too. Living out your deceit, fooling everybody into believing you could be a genuine soul, that you could be authentic – as if you’re a lowlife method actor on the brink of withering away. You could not fool me, though. I saw right through you and your transparent wings, and you couldn’t handle being seen, oh, how very ‘dear in the headlights’ of you. I knew you were cold-blooded, But I never expected you to be a fraud.