Infected Arrows

Walking life like the transformation from a zombies bite
while coughing up blood from a ripped heart.
Wish Cupid would spear the main artery
and watch me bleed-out.

Mr. Sandman's dust is the spark
for dreams of coal and emotions of fluid.
Leaving life in ashes bagged with a knot
as pain await to parish.

Nemesis show his face
in the path of Cupids arrows
And righteously infecting hearts
with poisonous affection.