Paths of the Unchosen

Even if you can't see them, their effects still remain

Whispers of the Fallen,
Resonate inside your head.
I bet you wonder why the alive,
Should bother listening to the dead.

But this is a world,
Where the dead outnumber the living.
A fact we won't let you forget,
For we are certainly not forgiving.

Cast away your fears of failure,
Let me ease every single concern,
With the knowledge that we are all Unchosen,
And for purpose you don't have to yearn.

Once you're done here,
There's no need to be paranoid.
You shall never be alone,
For you'll join us all in the Void.

A quality impossible to prove,
But you can do your best to try.
Our natural state of being,
You're immortal until the day you die.

We command you from the Halls.
We advise the still living souls.
But we only wish to be remembered,
And care little for your goals.

We refuse to be forgotten.
Even if we have to scream,
You shall be forced to recall.
That is our eternal dream.

Without the burden of time,
Our spirits are forever frozen,
Here in the Halls of the Fallen,
After the Paths of the Unchosen.

Reviews

[LavenderEyeliner]

This is a nice write. I got into it, it almost creeped me out alittle. But, this poem is easy to understand and made me want to read it over and over.