Cupid's Dead

Dare I walk this mystic land,
Of broken hearts and broken dreams,
The poet's words, the witch's chants,
Where the melancholy minstrel sings,
The unheard songbirds in the trees,
A shadow land of blackened skies,
No brightly colored rainbow's end,
The land where Cupid died.

Among the souls of the lost and lonely,
I walk among the living dead,
Sharing wails with unloved zombies,
Screaming into the banshee wind,
Devoid of loving happiness,
Darkened thoughts go through my head,
All my emotions are morose,
In a world where Cupid's dead.

Torment follows with my shadow,
Bringing unbearable physical pain,
My anguished cries go unheard,
A torture I cannot retain,
I howl my tears towards the moon,
Looking for love's sanctuary,
But I can't escape the perpetual gloom,
In this land where Cupid's dead.

Nothing grows of splendor or beauty,
In this wilderness of regret,
No rules of moral principles,
To bear allegiance to a friend,
No letters sealed with a loving kiss,
No flowers to place by a lover's bed,
I'm so lonely and so miserable,
In this world where Cupid's dead.

Help me mourn this love that's gone,
Help me sing its last lament,
Maybe then I shall go on,
To free myself of my regrets,
I wish that you were with me now,
To feel the sorrow of my distress,
But I feel somehow, you'll never know,
Or feel the misery of Cupid's death.