Steel strong at the tip of my fingers,
the rough noise she makes when we level
the battle field. 

The crack of my jaw
and
the twist in my shoulders; 

It’s a feeling only the strongest get. 

There’s metallic on my lips 
a wine I just can not get enough of.
Adrenaline overdose,
I’ll be fine. 

It’s the rhythm of a hit
in perfect tune of my heartbeat 
A song I’ll listen to
again- 
and again-
and again.

Pressure rising deep beneath my breast,
the painful slam of two bodies clashed
against one.

The sun at my back
and
the sweat down my forehead;

A guiltless addiction that fuels my soul. 

How could you think I could stop?
this fantasy where I’m more than myself?
it is like my dreams come true, 
I’ll be strong. 

It is the method I take
throughout the course of a war game,
my escape from this place,
This life-
is my life-
is my game.