Intro
When I look back at this poem, I realize it’s more than just aggressive bars — it’s a mirror to my own evolution. I wrote it from a place where repeated heartbreak had finally broken something irreversible inside me, forcing me to confront how I had played myself by putting women on pedestals and expecting love in return. The “villainous state” wasn’t something I chose for fun; it was the only way I knew to survive after becoming exhausted from feeling everything so deeply. Turning into that heartless beast, ready to conquer the atlas without mercy, gave me power and clarity I never had before, yet deep down I still wrestle with the quiet fear that I didn’t rise above the pain — I simply became it. The mentor’s words were my wake-up call, but even now, after embracing the savagery stronger than Michael Jackson’s Thriller, I sometimes wonder how much of the old me I had to bury just to keep moving forward.
Outro
As the beast inside me finally quiets down and the hunger to conquer the atlas slowly fades into the background, I’m left sitting with the silence of my own making, wondering whether becoming this heartless version of myself was true strength or simply the last desperate act of a man who couldn’t bear to feel anymore. I traded every pedestal I once built, every soft hope I carried, and every piece of warmth heartbreak had stolen from me, only to forge this savage armour that now keeps the world at a distance. In my darkest hours I still search for power with no mercy shown, letting my savagery burn hotter than Michael Jackson’s Thriller, yet beneath it all lingers a quiet ache a lingering question of how much of the boy I used to be had to die so this wild beast could live, and whether one day I’ll find the courage to reconcile the monster I became with the heart I chose to bury.
Poem Fragment
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