Do you ever find yourself battling a war within that has been set loose from your control? … Well, I do. It is barbaric. I can easily shred my thoughts and emotions apart while flinging them to and fro. No word of encouragement ever dulls the blade determined to deceive me with a swift death. For, the pumping never ceases. My heart slows for but a moment, then quickly betrays the "will" with a cascade of rhythm. Meanwhile, my fear approaches. Instantly flames start to kindle emotions into play. Strategists may never unravel the mystery before my demise occurs. "Check Mate" is waiting.