A dark soul of its own kind, A train filled with crowd not so loud.
The engine chugs with a rhythm in beat , All minds set to be soundly asleep.
The night filled with stars so bright , The fuzzy clouds that cover your mind.
Are they meant to exist within the abyss, Within the gorge of a land dark deep.
Or have they chosen not abscond but to be, Silent not a sound to move amongst us .