End Game

Unsure as I am on how to proceed

I bow to your summons, defer to your need.

For I see in your eyes

The plea to despise,

And I, like a pill, succumb to your greed.

What will you do when I break from my cell,

Not heeding your call, ignoring your yell?

Will you wither and die,

Or scream, scold and lie,

As I drag your soul down to foul hell?