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Die Cupid Die!
I once also believed in this wonderful lie of love. It was like a cup of wine that sent my mind and spirit to heavens. I thought I was on top of the world, I felt a happiness more powerful than I had known. But then my heart was broken, she lies, for she had forsaken me! Cupid is a liar, and now he must pay. With his life.
You see she made me, now I hunt Cupid like vampires hunt victims to suck the blood out of them. I will find Cupid and look him in the eye as I draw my sword. Then I will tell him, you lied about love. All my wonderful dreams were crushed by your magical arrow. But now my sword of rage and death will destroy you.
Cupid Must Die this Halloween. First I will cut his wings off with my dagger. Then I will break his bow and arrow. But the final blow will be when I cut his head off and hand it by my front door for the world to admire! All his tales of love and lies will be gone forever.
What a glorious Halloween when Cupid will die!!! Then when people try to look for him his Valentines day they will find nothing but his head head and burned remains.
Cupid Must Die and pay the price! His head is mine
Original Spoken Word Performance of this poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcUA5NYu5fo
You see she made me, now I hunt Cupid like vampires hunt victims to suck the blood out of them. I will find Cupid and look him in the eye as I draw my sword. Then I will tell him, you lied about love. All my wonderful dreams were crushed by your magical arrow. But now my sword of rage and death will destroy you.
Cupid Must Die this Halloween. First I will cut his wings off with my dagger. Then I will break his bow and arrow. But the final blow will be when I cut his head off and hand it by my front door for the world to admire! All his tales of love and lies will be gone forever.
What a glorious Halloween when Cupid will die!!! Then when people try to look for him his Valentines day they will find nothing but his head head and burned remains.
Cupid Must Die and pay the price! His head is mine
Original Spoken Word Performance of this poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcUA5NYu5fo
Published 20th May 2015
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20th May 2015 00:16am
20th May 2015 00:20am
Mu ha ha ha ha!! should this be extreme content?
But not sure if Fantasy murder of fiction characters count as extreme.
Yes this was a dark time in my life. One full of sadness and anger. Lately my poetry has change. But I believe it's lost it's original power it once has.
Anonymous
20th May 2015 00:41am
Bravo, marvelous job, dear. I do quite enjoy this dark piece of yours. Keep up the amazing work.
20th May 2015 3:04am
Why thank you! I wrote this in a fit of rage and sadness on a dark night! I am glad I could capture the essence in this piece! thank you very much.
20th May 2015 2:33am
Very fine work, Pen. I always felt Cupid was ripe for a pitchfork. Clever writing and a great reading!
20th May 2015 3:06am
thank you very much Crow ! I try my best to bring a little darkness into the world! Glad you enjoyed this one! And yes cupid has always be ripe for the pitchfork indeed!
21st May 2015 9:09am
Cupid's heart upside down is a common tattoo amongst certain gangs. Cupid as an assassin. Heartless, or in love only with finishing, instead of beginning life.
This would be good done as a charcoal drawing.
This would be good done as a charcoal drawing.
22nd May 2015 9:25pm
