Endsong Poem by Arik Fletcher

I crank it up to keep them down,
A smile to hide my secret frown,

Through searing pain and blinding light,
These shadows reign unholy might,

My body lost to dark control,
They feast upon my very soul,

I crank it up and turn the key,
This smile is all there is of me,

The music stops, the volume fades,
Control complete, my mind degrades,

My life a shrouded crimson haze,
Descending through my final days.