For Keeps.

Today I feel sick. A feeling, creeping
inside.
I can see, my mind is blind. Causing
My life to stray.
I was okay. Never enduring this way.
Weakness sets into my heart.
My thoughts tearing me apart.
What will the reaper begin, what game can we play
that I might win?
In this my soul the treat.
I sweat, shake as I lose strength in my feet.
Fate it would seem, has won this
scene.
Banging the walls of insanity, gripped
tightly.
Yet so fragile and lightly, does
death whisper in my ear.
No is not your time.
Come once more, then you shall fit the crime.
The wall sinks back into place,
I feel for my true face.
All there. not a hair, misplaced.
The torture, though I realize, has just turned his
soldier.