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.