A metal man
With metal arms,
Metallic is his hold
He shies away
From any embrace
Afraid of making you cold
Because Metal man has been taught
That all that exists is violence
That the answer to a shove
Is a bullet in your head,
The better you become
The weaker you get.
And the metal man knows all too well
What 'weak' feels like
To lay lifelessly
In the snow
heaving bloody sighs.
so, in fear, he complied
to become a machine
that has no name,
to kill and to maim.
A growling wolf,
hungry and untamed.
But when his forgotten love
pulled him out of his head
he saw all he has become
when his reflection he met.
His hands are stained red.
the metal man screams in his sleep.
throttled by his bedsheets.
He is the monster under his own bed.
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a/n: This is a poem about Bucky Barnes.
and also
let me explain the line:
"The better you become
The weaker you get."
what I meant by this is that being kind makes you look vulnerable and weak. that is what I thought hydra's thoughts would be on being kind or in bucky's case, being merciful.
please give you honest opinions :)
*virtual hug*
