The End

 
When it comes, it doesn't march alone.
It surrounds you, inside and out,
an unseen and powerful force.
There is nowhere to hide, because
the enemy is yourself.
 
Who could imagine
one's own mind
bent on self destruction.
For what purpose?
 
If there's an epiphany to come
I'm still waiting
If there's madness to come
I'm still waiting
If there's death to come
I'm still waiting.
 
So
 
I will muster all that I have,
to stare down this interloper,
with courage, calmness
and understanding,
 
And
 
If by chance I am lost in battle,
know that I did,
Certa Bonum Certamen.