Amidst the silence, shadows and cloak of secrecy,
Amongst the dismayed, disgusted and despaired
There lies a place: unseen, unheard of
Beyond anything, care or repair
Filled with haunted, taunted, distorted souls,
Who, tortured by the tainted night
Create their own images and ideas.
The thoughts and fears,
Become tantrums and tears
As those lost souls wait patiently by the door
For new members to arrive and fall.