cupid’s arrow aimed at my frontal—
cortex,
cupid’s arrow aimed for my brain, not my—
chest,
i did not see it coming (too fast for the eye can see)
trembling— with cupid’s bow in my hands:
"Am I the really real me?"
feeling my cerebral fluids leaking—
i’m seeking—
the truth,
"But what is the cost?"
your life you will lose.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
cupid’s arrow aimed at my frontal—
cortex,
cupid’s arrow aimed for my brain, not my—
chest,
i did not see it coming (too fast for the eye can see)
trembling— with cupid’s bow in my hands:
"Am I the really real me?"
feeling my cerebral fluids leaking—
i’m seeking—
the truth,
"But what is the cost?"
your life you will lose.