Cupid's bow and arrows
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are now drenched with my blood

{03 November 2018}

Cupid's bow and arrows

i have become Cupid’s advocate

taking every arrow

taking every arrow every hit

taking every arrow every hit, shoot

taking every arrow every hit, shoot, and blow

it started with a gold one

it started with a gold one dripping honey

it started with a gold one dripping honey dripping desire

it started with a gold one dripping honey dripping desire luxury and decadence

it started with a gold one dripping honey dripping desire luxury and decadence that I should’ve known

it started with a gold one dripping honey dripping desire luxury and decadence that I should’ve known came with a price

it started with a gold one dripping honey dripping desire luxury and decadence that I should’ve known came with a price i wasn't capable of paying

maybe I didn’t deserve it

maybe I didn’t deserve it or maybe I was having too much fun

maybe I didn’t deserve it or maybe I was having too much fun or maybe the gold blinded me

maybe I didn’t deserve it or maybe I was having too much fun or maybe the gold blinded me from what was next to come

as cupid snatched away my gold

as cupid snatched away my gold he filled my void with lead

a stabbing blackness, pain, and idleness

a stabbing blackness, pain, and idleness that turned my poor heart numb

saying NO to any chance of happiness

fleeing from any sign of affection

letting the love that I was too blind to see

letting the love that I was too blind to see go

letting the love that I was too blind to see go and let me be

as my bloody excuse of a mortal’s muscle

as my bloody excuse of a mortal’s muscle lays slaughtered and dying

i watch as Cupid falls into deep, deep slumber

beside him his quiver

where one last arrow remains

one made of steel

a promise of a love-wound that never heals

a promise of a love-wound that never heals finally

a promise of a love-wound that never heals finally a cure for this pretend-love

a promise of a love-wound that never heals finally a cure for this pretend-love the lie I’ve been living in since.

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