In my Room

My muscles twitch and spasm
My veins are full of blood
The agony of my predicament is ever present,
ever crushing
As the weights, pounds and pounds of iron
Beckon me to a time of war
Makes the Viking of my soul awaken
The Mongol come forward
The barbarian set fire to the village of my weakness
My veins, eyes, arms, legs, body all bulge
I want to vomit out all my hatred
Hatred of my gross form
I am dysmorphic, I am fanatic
I will become righteous strength
When the acid in my body burns
And the taste leaves my mouth
My heart becomes a shotgun
I am a warrior, a chain bound warrior
Set to battle my inside fear.