I Shall Softly Sigh Deep inside the hollow spaces, memories of old, forgotten places quietly collecting dust. And when perchance we pause to look, faded yellow like a book-- echoes gone to rust. The pulse of life still lingers here, overshadowed by the fear of what is yet to be, the endless parade of strange eyes-- everyone leaves, everyone dies-- til there is only me. The dreams have died, all passion fled, victims of the life 'twas led, the soul still gasps for air. The colors run in shades of gray, that leach the warmth from each day-- No longer can I care. Yet still the mind will try to fight, the inevitable onset of the night, that washes over all. Drawing out the agony, the suffocating misery, laying thickly like a pall. So I'll fight and struggle yonder, and though my mind may yet still wander, the end is drawing nigh. And when at last I meet my death, with one final earthly breath I shall softly sigh.