A short evil poem.
I have to acknowledge the evil within, the raw rage that I carry…
If this pain wasn’t so subtle – relaxation, I could marry.
But, because I know I have evil, I work to dispense it –
I work and I work, tirelessly and relentless…
I lose my sight, after moments of blacking out and going blind.
But thats just when I am in the gym, I am balanced, and well defined.
At my peak, I am super!
When I am hot, I am more or less cooler.
I am tempered when I step on the field.
I am like a black lion
& the record is my Gazelle.