quietman

Is this the end
of the trail
the decline
of my decadence
will I be remembered
for i am
or just the guy
that the guy
that you know
thought he knew
embrace me
disregard me
it makes no difference
not at the end
and the end
is all that matters

be the echoing silence
be an after thought
be a subtle reminder
be a quiet whisper you think you hear in the dark
be the vocal masses
be a lasting impression
be a loud and boisterous revelation
be the last remorse rang out before Armageddon lays to waste
let your words become
let them define
i am...I AM
the decline can wait
so much more
much much more
needs to be said
to be forgotten
at the end