The Last

The last thing they say,

Still dangling off their lips,

Now growing cold,

Heart losing its grip,

Time is slowing down,

With no one to hear,

Those final dying words,

The ones we all fear,

The darkness fades,

Voice fading out,

No tape recorders turning,

No one to hear them shout,

Their pain and disgust,

Or their pain and mistrust,

All lost on the sands of time,

Never to be heard,

Never to find.