The ever fading din of our heartbeats,
a somber dirge of failing flesh,
the final echoes of man,
no more than a whisper,
resonate into empty space.
This is the sound of the end.

Will we have left an everlasting mark?
Will our lifeless bones remain
to show the beats of our hearts?
Will the things we built
leave a message for the ages?
...that we were once here?
...that anything was here?