This War Is Mine

Pulled me in with magnetic touch.
Attraction.
No hope of escape.
Anguish.
Can’t you set me free?
Curiosity.
Because I can’t turn away on my own.
Helpless.
And I feel so spent.
Worthless.
But there’s still much I have to give.
Willing.
Slowly removing all of my sanity.
Desolation.
My need grows stronger.
Enslavement.
I’ve found that this war is…
Mine.