A Talk with Death
The Emotions of those who are among the living dead,
Dwell in me,
Those who live are now underground,
Beneath the stone and dirt,
Under our very feet,
Yet all around us,
The ones that have been forgotten long ago,
They still speak,
And I will listen,
For all they really need is a beacon,
Someone to reconnect them to the living,
The end is very near,
And yet they are ignored,
They are the voices we all hear,
That determine the choices that we will make,
And when those voices are shut out it will never end well,
And nothing will end up the same or as planned,
Another one falls,
The crash is heard,
Another to tell their stories,
Yet can never be heard,
But only by those who listen not with their ears,
And not with their mind,
But with their heart...