Panic! At The Rosh Pit

Entrenched in the battle,
fighting the good,
perpetual fight by proxy,
I pulled the trigger
on my pulse for the play,
until hey, wow, my heart 
is beating me bloody,
then the screen turned thick
and blurry, I thought not now,
please not now, we've put
in so much effort
that's now being swallowed
up by the throbbing
of my head, and holy shit 
this sweat, I stripped
my clothes and laid in bed,
pained to understand
which mode I chose,
fight or flight, 
and I wanted to fight,
no matter the cost,
but my body chose flight
and so we lost.