I Am A Quiet Decibel

I am a quiet decibel; Lost in my flair of words, Waiting for everything to come up roses Until I pass In the spurring remnants of dashing hopes.
I am a quiet decibel; Canned in an anechoic chamber, Gasping for the truth and probity Gunshots Sinking in my blood.
’til then, Let this impale you To look for a fresh metaphor With powerful rhymes to load in your arsenal And to let loose of the living sham.
I am a quiet decibel; But I shall fight the malevolent With gospel refined As my elixir
I am NOT a quiet decibel; I shall no longer speak of cop-outs.
