Battle of Wit & Doom

I sit in isolation, one with my thoughts.

With a kind of desperation, the kind that is often sought.

A tap and a vein pops up,

That's when I throw my head back and with a smile I look up.

I looked up and I saw stars,

Or was it your face with the old battle scars?

The loving, welcoming poke

A glint here and a glint there, assuring me that it's no joke.

A distant memory it is, few hours of euphoria it was,

Trapped in the gripping passion of the steel

In the battle of desperation and wit, wit was left aghast.

What was it again? Was there anything I was supposed to feel?

Like the watchful Vice, you picked at my soul

Clawing your way into my stream, in your own way you made me whole.

I embraced you, not knowing that I was to become your slave

Oh, the fearsome euphoria! Somewhere in isolation, cried my heart "save..."