It’s subtle, yet so skilled in combat,
It gets you before know it.
It creeps up behind you
And pins your shoulders together.
It touches your ears
And locks your head in a vice.
You struggle to break free,
but find yourself in a dance
It’s that powerful, that persuasive.
It makes you fall in love
With your own illusions
And forget about anyone else.
You become a justice warrior
For your own brand of justice.
Your skin burns white.
Your eyes see red.
Your hands tear at phantoms.