This is no place for the souls of men
But linger still do many.
They choose the charcoal oblivion.
Pariahs coming together yet still alone.
For here exists only the self, self upon self
Among the steady chime of silence.
A soft hum but also a deafening roar
Mellifluous, everlasting companion to one, to all.
Dwelling ground for the broken and the hopeless
Dissuaded by the world’s nefarious nature.
They weep with tears they do not have
For a world that is no longer theirs.