I’m a word with extras, though they don’t speak, The start is bold, the rest is meek. Strip them away, my form’s still true, A silent line, and that’s my clue.

I am the finality, the end. No further moves exist. I am a victory achieved through the surrender of all options. Though my arrival is often swift, the path leading to me is a labyrinth of strategy and sacrifice.

I've shed the blood of more than billions, I've ended their very lines. In presence, I end. In absence, I begin. You may miss me, but still hate when I come. Though sometimes I'm late, I'm always in time.

I control everything with mechanical hands, I am infinite, yet you will never have enough of me.

The more you feel me the more you want your fill. It’s said I’m needed for success, but too much of me brings death. What am I?