Art of Archery

How do many fall to wanton whores

Happily strung to a 6inch thick door

Doesn’t move, no response.

Just there, Silent, SILENCED

Strangle the struggle, I’d rather cuddle

Why can’t we dive fully into entwined space

If love exists, why won’t it match my pace

So many questions plague me on life

C’est facile”, abeg abeg spare me the lies

Piled on heaps of dormant pride

It finds when you stop seeking

What in the iberibe of logic, kai!

Refrain fulfilment of every commandment tasked?

I really do resent this emotion for two

Eww, crying for six months like a fool

Match my head oh heart, let’s decide

Exterminate Cupid, cue Cyanide

Say something my love, make it alright

A love like yours, I trained to fight

But my body hums on your command

Heaven or earth I’ll hold your hand

Lord Jesus forgive, for I kissed sin

Laid with woe and embraced ruin

Save me with your sword and bow

Strike the avenger, seize his soul