will you be the saviour of the unsung?
when the living calls,
would you answer their dream-filled monologues?
will their unfathomable voices be heard from the stars?
if silence is all there ever was in this void,
who is to say that they have heard the sound of silence?
the metronome swings to the pulse of a heartbeat
flatlined by the silence of the unheard
for when the dead calls,
would you answer their deafening screams?