Last Arrow

arrows are sharp as daggers,

drenched with dulcet elixir

of deep affection

arrow is ready for infection.

bow and arrow is set.

keeping my eye to targets.

i shoot an arrow.

3,2,1... people love.

i am Kira

the Eros's Replica.

i am exuberant.

i throw arrows away.

I've been cascading arrows

across the cosmos.

everyone's struck

even the wild and Kronos.

yet behind my mask is the sullen face.

the emotion and mission fights

in my swarthy hushed world.

who am I in this world?

i hear the crowd's revelry.

yet no one lends ear to me.

i play hide and seek.

but no one listens.

in the howling wind

i scream:

"give me love, give me love!"

i hear no reply

plenty of arrows are discharged

now i'm holding the last arrow.

i sot an arrow focefully

into the dancing wind.

i fell asleep

i woke up.

i'm cuffing, & walking

at the distorted avenue.

suddenly, breeze exudes

it's glamorous caress

to my soul and core.

eye to eye.

touch to touch.

with the girl in pink.

we collide.

we are dumbfounded.

she withered my 20,000 tears.

i wake up each day like a king.

we've loved us for a hundred years.

she's my queen.

i found out,

i am human.

now, i'm demystified

the howling wind heard my scream.

so the breeze's caress

brought my last arrow.

i was shot,

i am infected.