The Voiceless

Whispering voices in the depths of the soul
Forever crying to be heard
These are the words that are often dismissed
Pushed further into the darkness.

Forgotten dreams and neglected passions
Cause the rampant decline of life
Twisting the last drops of humanity’s blood
Into objects that are quite soulless
These very actions cause the spirits to break
And the essence inside continues to die
Endlessly weakening as they are constantly ignored
Grasping the dead air to get the littlest attention

These poor, pitiful souls, withered and afraid
Soon prefer the endless obscurity
Only when the last voice dies
Does creativity become the voiceless.