Eros' Owl Feathers.

• Artist: Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels
• Description: A love poem.
  Whether you realize it or not :sweat:
  Nothing I can explain.
  Love. It's not meant for me.
  ~And it pisses me off that idiots who don't understand poetry for s**t rate it low because
  you can't understand it. You know your stupidity isn't my fault; but honestly wtf?
• Date: 02/14/2009
• Tags: eros feathers

Strip me of my behavior.
Dreamless and forgotten savior.

I'm just Psyche looking for Eros

Leave me here with whats left to compose.
Note to self: Just keep on waiting.
Note to self: Just keep on hating.

Tell Zues to give me a break.

Nothing to stand for. Nothing to make.

Maybe I'm standing in Anteros Punishment.

Tell him to leave a notable imprint.
A little boy who didn't know how to make love.
I have nothing to give.
Nothing to take.

Eros' struck me with owl feathers and he can't get another hit.

I will try and try, but never admit.

I am not meant for anything real.
Infatuation is as far as they will let me go.

I'm just a face to help out the broken.
And I just keep on going.

Emotionless.

For me, kid;
it will always be Friday the 13th.

I love you.

Unfortunately,
I'm still in today. 13.

And your stuck in tomorrow. 14.


Forever...
and ever...and ever..