A Murder by Cupid
Hit with an immediate sting of pain
Impaled through chest
Blood droplets splashing against the ground
“What is this? What is this? An arrow I see
Has impaled me right through the heart?
In hopes of me being in love must it be.”
The bitter sweet, coppery taste of blood
Sugar coated, by the pounds
To seem like love
“Well purely mistaken it will be.
I am sorry dear arrow
Let down will your hopes be”
Trying to yank it free
Yet it seems to be stuck, it is in there pretty deep
Just my luck
“In there you may be
Although I will not fall for your tricks
A fool, can not be mistaken for me”
Closing my heart, to its poison I will
The poison will not be allowed to flow through my veins
And cause me a life time of pain
“Oh arrow, dear arrow mistaken you be
Take your poisons of false love some where else
A home for them I will not be”
But hold out for long
Is a feat no one can, for when the dreaded arrow has you in its grip
Doomed you be, cause there it will stay until the poisons seep in
“Arrow oh arrow, how could I have been so wrong.
What you let seep in is not poison, not poison at all
But sweet song”
The song does sound sweet, Hypnotizing melody
For sweet it will not be for long
My doomed friend, you have yet to see
“Arrow oh arrow, you dreaded thing!
You have tricked me, to let your poison seep in,
Doomed am I now how hypnotizing your false love could be”
The poison, the poison!
You fool you let it in!
It is not wise to allow yourself to be so misled!
“Dear trickster arrow, you have really done me in
My heart bleeds the poison, for ever locked in.
Oh whoa, whoa is me, I lay here dying with my heart in my hand, the poison it drips and fills the floor like grains of sand”
Eventually it will fill, the hour glass is tipped
Only time will tell, but your fate has been sealed
The poison will fill to the brim, and suffocate your heart from within
This happens to many, so many unexpecting hearts
That can not handle this poison, that thrives within these arrows
Just another tragic death, by the hand of cupid, a multi murder he is
Just greatly disguised, as love, the poison that is his