Callous

Callous

Can Cupid’s angels be that stupid?

Or perhaps they’re demons that stab the heart?

Their pleasure to see you cry blood

Tears marking the cracked ravines demarcated for a flood

Have you seen Cupid in his lightning bolt coat?

Cracking and threatening to tease then shatter by rote

The mirage of a pretty face with horns to scratch up close

Drawing you in with desire, your pathetic human taste

Shattered souls strewn forever along the way

Collision of accelerated emotions directed to desires never passé

Committing soul suicide is required or forever suffer desire

Merciless love demons directed to torture until torment is white fire

Their elixir invisibly injected is the hex that sears

Inevitable mixture of man and god blood, cursed to vex your years

Only death is your release, your hand pushed by screeching jeers

Cupid’s callous creations, where justice hates you for innocent tears