Them.

They had no concept of life without walls
As shattered dreams bounced like pinballs
On airy planes of conversation
Life was vast and open to expression
But the limits forced upon them
Mercilessly
Had long since extinguished their flame of desire
Distraction reigned on a loveless throne
As hollow laughter spoke volumes in the silent funeral of ecstasy
I heard them as they screamed for bliss
    and were ignored with vigorous nonchalance
I heard them as they prayed for purpose
    among the raging seas of unimportance and distaste
I heard them as they cursed to feel a sliver of vitality
    with fucks cunts and shits delving endlessly for meaning
I heard them as they feigned importance
I heard them as they searched for reason
Purpose fleeting
Searing bleating
Stop the beating
Of a heart too stupid to know that these memories will never set
These vacuous promises of devotion are as empty
As the threats that follow in their tumultuous wake
Will they hear? Will they learn?
Will the submit to  the abyss into which they've been falling since their lungs engorged
With the luxurious nectar of the air?
I weep for the poets that never bought a pen
Who gave three fucks about a snapchat rather
Than the world they're living in
Such trivial matters dominate the headspace
Of those too calloused to expand
When the notion of discovery is quelled with the promise of elation
Only to see it flee with exuberance never witnessed by its master
This is the destruction of the foundation
Created by the dreamlords
Those who bent the will of fire and steel
To dip their quills in blood and soot
Their sacrifices endlessly squandered
By the arrogance of those whose tongues
Have never been enriched with the syllables of giants
I weep; I cry; I scream;
Listen to the voices as they echo through the ages
Their ethereal arms breaching bonds of eternity
To give purpose to those to weary to hear their names
Their struggle is endless and fruitless as the barren plains
And beneath the crushing weight of dreams ground into the dust
Silence falls