Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.226.4.129
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
I don't have an Adonis Complex.
I don't want to look pretty.
Even the weakest hand crushes the strongest flower. 

Attraction is fleeting.
Fear is universal.
The only truth is violence and power.

Punishing the self for its weakness
is training the body for strength.
I dedicate my life to forging the steel 

inside of the body, and sharpen the mind
to cause an Assyrian army to kneel.


Breaking and bending and overextending,
pacing around with a vest of iron.
Pushing and pulling and punching the air
as my withering arms cry out in silence.

Faster and stronger and perfectly deadly.
Feared by all and accepted by none.
That is the only life worth living.
That is what I wish to become.

Patience is only a virtue for those
who are comfortable leaving their lives to the dust.
I shall be sealed in a coffin of metal.
Feel free to pray that the chains never rust. 

I can't afford to be happy.
I can't let my hands be slack.
People around me plan on attacking 
every second I'm not fighting back.

And I'll never win, because I deserve nothing.
I never proved myself worthy to survive.
I bear only scars and holes in the walls
The only proof I was ever alive.

I can't let myself be a flower
I must break the strongest hand
I must summon primordial power
that even science can't understand.

Attraction is fleeting.
Fear is universal.
The only truth is power, and this torturous rehearsal.

Where weakness begets violence
The only option is to kill
I don't enjoy it in the slightest
But it must be done, even still. 

My wishes and my wills
are of no concern to nature.
Why drown in teeth as the victim
and die none the braver? 

My genes do not define me.
I break anything that does.
my own body will fear me.
I make it so, just because. 

And only when it fears me
does it do as I command,
which is always and forever
as every creature on the land.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required