Well, it's over, I'm on my way out.
That's the end, the final straw,
no point left, nothing to shout about;
the last drawn breath, the only claw
left in the fabric is about to fall.
No clinging on, it's all too late
as the rest of hope begins to dissipate.
I walk away, down the long hall,
down the hall, out the door,
out with my silent roar.