Cupid's Target

To feel something inside my heart Even if it were to break apart A pain, a joy, it makes no matter Though I'd definitely prefer the latter Possibly my heart is asleep Emotions lay dormant in a huge heap It's to the point where I long to weep Cries might awaken my heart from a sleep so deep Life, walk into my death Instigate another breath Tear my heart and make it bleed Nurture me with seed or weed It's been too long since I've fallen hard Maybe because I'm on such guard Now i wish for starry eyes And even lies though it's unwise Should Cupid choose to aim for me I'll stand a target easy to see Then as red hearts float from my head I will feel no longer dead