You never knew you
Needed it until they gave
It to you.

Young and naive
Maybe you might have dreamt of it;
Pretended it.

You might have asked for it;
Sought it, prayed for it
Imagined it, feared it.
But when it comes
The rush is beyond belief.

You never quite get as high
As that very first time.;
Hell, I don’t know, maybe
You do – but you
Still chase it anyways.

The combat high;
My drug of choice.
Like the junkie plunging the
Needle into his vein,
You know this will kill you
But you do it anyway.

You need it.
You hate it, but you need it;
To get it you’ll do stupid
Things that bend beyond
The thin gray line between
Heroic and unsafe.

Crazy they say – no.
A medal seeker perhaps,
A psychopath, absolutely mental
Anyone who’d ask for that, but
No – you don’t want or
Ask for it; you simply need it.

And if you don’t yet,
It’ll come to you anyways.