Shooting Cupid

Cupid's been shooting my dreams down,
with the same blade he used to burst my bubble!
He collects the jaded, jagged pieces
then buries 'em beneath the rubble.
He leads me up garden paths,
Where he takes aim with his poisonos dart.
He severs all of my hopes
whilst forever targeting my heart.
And when wounds become scars,
I can see but can no longer feel!
Revenge offers such solice
in a place I can not heal.
So I sharpen my own points
and my victory sings
once I've pulled my bow back
and pierced him through the wings.
He falls like a tumbling, dying. desperate bird.
I carve LOVE into his head,
kiss him goodbye.
then bury him with the word.