Cupids: An Execution

The child he stands 

With a rifle in his hands 

He steadies 

Aims 

Shoots. 

The floor I go 

Hopeless and slow 

As you walk 

Past 

Me. 

Cupid has shot 

As I suddenly forgot 

My pace 

My spirit

My own. 

Brutal is his bullet, 

My heart he does pull at 

He yells

“Get up!

Get up!”

“Go get her!” He cries 

As he runs past my eyes

And I 

Stumble 

On. 

I put all aside, 

To you I must abide 

But Cupid 

Breaks my heart 

Again.