Too selfish to survive

Isn’t there a selfish desire we all crave for? Purely for the trenches of our minds Roaming in the realms of our hopeless reality. What accumulates and what festers there Is all good and all evil Its total usage of power and of brute and of control. Balance is forbidden Sharing and caring are ripped at the roots No universal laws are attached Only the laws one enacts as universal. What festers in my own Is a hunger for impeccable strength Muscled to my core and a core of vigour Of mind and of body. To be invincible is to sit above all that destroys man If such an ache could erect this desire The elements would be of my control And every right I would declare pious And every regret would be food for the maggots. What accumulates the creation Of this wanted deception Is no matter of good nor evil, but fear. We are the new humans of a new poverty Of anxiety and dread and distress. We look to survive with the future in mind Surviving incidents that have yet to occur But we think we know it will. I despise my weak physique My lack of sense infuriates me How they interact with the world frightens me. I want to live in the other world Striking fear into those who harm me I want my wants to exist In this realm of limited and impossible laws I just want to live the better version of me To save me from all of you Don’t you want that, too?