State of Mind

What if

that damn cupid would shoot that "love arrow" at me?

I swear, I think I'd feel

nothing.

Not even a prick.

Not even a trickle of blood from my wounded chest.

Then I imagine

firing a gun at you.

I imagine that hot bullet

travelling its way to your chest.

I wonder what it’s like

watching you

writhe in pain.

How that every drop of blood looks like

as they slowly drain your life away.

What great fire I feel!

To leave you bleeding cold.

To grimly listen to you take your last breath.

How I wish I could

just walk away

like nothing

ever happened.