Promethean

I know that look of disgust in your eyes.You can't hide it from me.I've seen all its expressions in many faces like your own.I am intimately familiar with rejection.Yes, these scars and stitched wounds are horrifying to behold.Were I truly alive, they'd be enough to kill me.But I am not alive.Not yet.Not in the way you know it.A fire burns within me and animates this dead flesh,these legs that have wandered the far regions of the Earth,these hands that have killed men.And I walk with a purpose.Y