Written By Emotions

A King who wished to be Conquered

Of iron and flame,
I am forged—
A will so unyielding it has no rival.
I rise from the ashes of every defeat,
Crawling when my legs fail,
Pushing forward through shattered glass
With hands bloodied but steady.

No blade has ever pierced me,
No storm has ever swayed me.
I am the unbroken,
The one who does not falter,
A sentinel of logic,
An architect of my own survival.

Yet beneath this armor,
Beneath the strength I wear like a second skin,
There is a secret so heavy,
It drags me to my knees in silence.
I am a tower longing to collapse.

For all my power,
I crave to be powerless.
I am desperate for chains,
Not of steel,
But of another’s will.
Tell me what I must be—
What to wear,
What to eat,
Where I may go and where I must not.

Take from me this crushing weight
Of decisions, of control,
Of always knowing, always leading,
Always fighting.
I want to be told how to live,
To feel small under someone’s shadow,
To be stripped of my autonomy
And molded into something else.

I am so tired of this endless war with myself.
The world sees a fortress,
Unyielding, unassailable.
But inside, the walls are crumbling,
And the echoes of my own voice
Are louder than I can bear.

What irony, what cruelty,
To be so strong,
Yet to want so desperately to break.
To fight against every force
Only to long for one
That can finally overpower me.

I do not ask for love,
I ask for control.
I do not ask for freedom,
I ask for chains.
Guide me, mold me,
Take this burden from me.

What tragedy it is,
To be an unbreakable soul
That aches to shatter.
To be the captain of my own ship
And yet yearn for the storm
To drag me beneath the waves.

For all that I am—
The indomitable, the unyielding, the self-made—
I am undone by my own desires,
A titan who longs to fall.